tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12606947603316623172024-02-19T16:54:56.484-08:00Courts CornerTake me back to where the music moved me, and His deep blue eyes could see right through me. To where the Family who never stops lovin', excepted me. Take me back to those late night talks, where we watched the stars, while we walked. To the only place in history that I wanna be. Take me back to Your Family.Courthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09029346869691105744noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260694760331662317.post-26234727494124026132009-06-04T15:27:00.000-07:002009-06-04T15:34:29.081-07:00Double Door Entrance, Please.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtbbGR4MLHii5wBtUOFSU7_YzszjMDR2aOWe3x3LCce_quo9IJaSFYmjLDvQDcl5UQUkisVJ-0Thz_GG1Fd6Y5XvLZxgD-tUTBGOM-0xLNuuUqN3qypWunhunmVLFZfTjyL345n-8_eUer/s1600-h/KGGCA02D6TKCA2Y1S1FCA9E0Z9ICAX9Q901CAO9GIFSCAW82BTWCAKEJ01BCA3Y89VSCAO3HE00CA131J2UCA0J0XK0CAXUXWLICAG7MVLBCA5HM633CARGBKFVCASA0CXACA912UGGCA7G26DLCA5XEOV1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343604412306254418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtbbGR4MLHii5wBtUOFSU7_YzszjMDR2aOWe3x3LCce_quo9IJaSFYmjLDvQDcl5UQUkisVJ-0Thz_GG1Fd6Y5XvLZxgD-tUTBGOM-0xLNuuUqN3qypWunhunmVLFZfTjyL345n-8_eUer/s320/KGGCA02D6TKCA2Y1S1FCA9E0Z9ICAX9Q901CAO9GIFSCAW82BTWCAKEJ01BCA3Y89VSCAO3HE00CA131J2UCA0J0XK0CAXUXWLICAG7MVLBCA5HM633CARGBKFVCASA0CXACA912UGGCA7G26DLCA5XEOV1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>When one engages in the act of writing, something happens. Something mind-blowing, and yet incredibly simple happens. Something, unexplainable takes place in the heart of the author. For me, my eyes are opened, my soul soars, and my hand flows. Just flows.</div>Courthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09029346869691105744noreply@blogger.com0