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30 Day Photography Challenge: Day 5 - From a High Angle

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Published on June 5th, 2011 @ 01:49:00 , using 0 words,
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Fiona - 30 Day Photography Challenge: Day 5 - From a High Angle

30 Day Photography Challenge: Day 4 - Something (Olive) Green

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Published on June 4th, 2011 @ 01:48:00 , using 0 words,
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Something a bit lacy - 30 Day Photography Challenge: Day 4 - Something (Olive) Green

30 Day Photography Challenge: Day 3 - Clouds

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Published on June 3rd, 2011 @ 01:47:00 , using 0 words,
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Faking It - 30 Day Photography Challenge: Day 3 - Clouds

30 Day Photography Challenge: Day 2 - What You Wore Today

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Published on June 2nd, 2011 @ 01:46:00 , using 0 words,
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Button It! - 30 Day Photography Challenge: Day 2 What You Wore Today

30 Day Photography Challenge: Day 1 - Self-Portrait

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Published on June 1st, 2011 @ 01:43:35 , using 0 words,
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Going Green - 30 Day Photography Challenge: Day 1 Self-Portrait

Wind & Wuthering

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Published on February 2nd, 2011 @ 21:56:46 , using 360 words,

Wind & Wuthering

The sun had been up for a couple of hours,
Covered the ground with a layer of gold.
Spirits were high and the raining had stopped,
The larder was low, But boy that wasn't all.
Eleventh Earl of Mar
Couldn't get them very far.
Daddy! Oh Daddy, You Promised.

Out on the road in the direction of Perth,
Backwards and forwards in a circle they went.
Found a city half open and ready to greet,
The conquering heroes, with blisters on their feet.
Eleventh Earl of Mar
Somehow got them all this far.
Daddy! You Promised, You Promised.

See the Stewart all dressed up
He's got eyes in the back of his head.
Who came in a cockleshell boat
That could only just float,
Couldn't even lift a sword.
Dressed too fine and smelling of wine.

Daddy you've got to go!
Here comes the bishop all dressed up
He's gonna bless you if you're ready to pay.
One wave of his funny old stick,
There's a band of light across your eyes.

Waited a week still they hadn't appeared,
That glorious timing that everyone feared.
So they're riding along on the crest of a wave,
They're headed for London, And that will be their grave.
Eleventh Earl of Mar
Well he couldn't get them down that far
Daddy! I'm waiting, I'm waiting

Time to go to bed now
Never seems too keen
To be a guest now
In a house of dreams

Flying from a hillside
Beckoning the trees
A sailboat's awning
Mimicking the breeze

I'm fighting gravity falling
My Daddy won't let them get me
A voice screams seems to be calling
The face turns features are burning.

Daddy, you've got to go!
See the fifteen going by,
Tell the Lairds and the Lords
They're running backwards today,
And once again you stand alone.

Bury your memories bury your friends,
Leave it alone for a year or two.
Till the stories go hazy and the legends come true,
Then do it again. Some Things never end.
Eleventh Earl of Mar
Won't be going very far.
You Promised, You Promised, You Promised.
DADDY!

Genesis

Texture: Wet Tile by Kim Klassen

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