Nettles and Dust bless my lips and lift my soul away this one’s done, this one’s done kiss my breast,
scratch lyrics from Barnabas Collins there is no question about my way and the man i’ve become but you took
Life flows past through steep pits and hollow groves wind blows past in weak fits and power blows one step
the pulse in me quickens as my heart gains momentum, my soles are worn from wandering with sack and cane
Happy days are hear again! So, just what sort of prototype for happy days are we talking? the tv show?
From The Diary of Plutus James …there is something that I refer to as sort of spiritual body, Some refer