If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine
And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung
Would you hear my voice come through the music
Would you hold it near as it were your own?
And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung
Would you hear my voice come through the music
Would you hold it near as it were your own?
It’s August in Long Island City folks and with it comes the type of inconsequential news all other publications covering LIC put out 12 months a year. But it’s also [Read more…] about CONDOS AND LUZZO’S AND SHOOTINGS OH MY