Bob Dylan est le Meilleur.

Bob Dylan est un poète. Il écrit sur le monde. Quand j’écoute Bob Dylan, j’apprends sur le monde et l’histoire. Quand il commence chanter, je pleure. Son anniversaire est le vingt-quatre Mai. Il a soixante-neuf ans cette année. J’aime écouter lui parler et voir lui dance un petit peu quand Il joue. Il est l'un des poètes les plus beaux dans le monde. J’aime jouer avec ses enregistrements musicaux avec ma guitare. Bob Dylan joue de l’harmonica aussi. Il joue de l’harmonica si bien que je ne peux pas comprendre son joue. Il a une très grande cheveux bouclés aussi. Bob Dylan est le meilleur. Joyeux anniversaire de Bob Dylan!

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Down the street the dogs are barkin'
And the day is a-gettin' dark
As the night comes in a-fallin'
The dogs'll lose their bark
An' the silent night will shatter
From the sounds inside my minds
For I'm one too many mornings
And a thousand miles behind.

From the crossroads of my doorstep
My eyes start to fade
As I turn my head back to the room
Where my love and I have laid
An' I gaze back to the street
The sidewalk and the sign
And I'm one too many mornings
An' a thousand miles behind.

It's a restless hungry feeling
That don't mean no one no good
When ev'rything I'm a-sayin'
You can say it just as good
You're right from your side
I'm right from mine
We're both just too many mornings
An' a thousand miles behind.

Let the Poets Cry Themselves to Sleep

Softest sweater ever.

 I really like these jeans.

And these shoes kill me.

Basically I like to wear this.

Sweater: BDG 

Jeans: Forever 21

Shoes: Urban Outfitters

Holga On To Me

This is what I wore to sing at Baccalaureate! I think it went well.

Shirt: Gap 

Belt: Modcloth 

Skirt: Urban Outtfitters

MY NEW CAMERA!

!! The results of the new camera:

This is Franklin.

I Think That We Might Get On: Sylvia and Holden Gone Out Dancing

My Dear
Jean Caulfield


yellow painted faces
collide with your embraces
sun leaks behind my eyes
with dandilion surprise
new leaves on trees
budding possibilities
the poppler sings her song
your hand resting on my head
think i'll stay with you instead
windows down
I've never seen a frown
flying form bench to bench
and town to town
You've seen me once
lets make it twice
cuz I've never seen a boy this nice
like this
Your hands meet mine
and sun rays shine
on our necks and arms
easy to please
with just a wild breeze
and you by my side
I smile at handsome faces
The grass leaves faded traces
on bare legs and feet
Where the field and sky meet
the clouds untouched and floating high
commanding the skyline
Some things cant be talked about
Some things you're meant to shout
So I'll hold your hand in mine
and be smilin all the time
and history will unwind
Won't it, My Dear
And hey kid you should know
I'd like to have a go with you
If that's okay, My Dear

Graduation and a Dress Train

Dresses I really really like and also a graduation announcement I made myself. Cool? I feel like I look very gradulatory. I would look especially gradulatory in all of these dresses too.