I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail,
Poisoned in the bushes an' blown out on the trail,
Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."
-- Bob Dylan, 1974
(just might prefer the photo behind the frame to be burned out as well - so as to be in keeping with the frame and to enhance the mood of the scene)
Message edited by author 2007-02-09 07:19:35. |
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