Me (Jacob Bodilly)
Unlike the parasite
Want to be famous, plant a tree
Do something at least
Think before you speak
A blade of grass is as righteous as you, the Muslim the Christian the Buddha the Jew
What is the point in death for death, just a sorry situation?
We are dust, be at one with stone for it outlives and endures for infinity
Unlike the parasite
By Jacob Bodilly
Sunday 18th October 2009
7 comments:
Nice one my bird. I like that poem as it's all too true....
Thanks I thought it was a bit too much personally but I was on one.hhehe
SO unbritish saying no to the mower, proof to your cornish creedentials.
i like your text and your happy candid portrait :)
this poem is just what my mind is looking now, thanks for sharing, keep going, kris.
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