The first day I can remember looking into a mirror and being able to stand what I saw was the day I had a guitar in my hand. Bruce Springsteen

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Australian wind song

A poem by John Tomlinson©2005 John Tomlinson

My words are written on a westerly wind
please read them, or listen, please be my friend;
and let’s fight for justice and peace without end
and dance in the face of the westerly wind.

Union Songs

FOTO – HIMI AT BUDDHA BELLY UKI 2008

 

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