Every thought may be a blessing Every action graceful be Every single step be made in Gratitude for mobility…
… My bet is, as his habit is, He’ll let her have her way — See such quality enslaved Sadder than I can say
Did we but gaze upon each daily gift With something close to its deserved respect Allow it — glorious! — our hearts to lift A loftier perspective we’d elect…
Purportedly liberal, Really of yourself are full Secretly, you people hate Early, middle, long and late…
That song is a song that is so annoying and you don’t want to hear. It may be the most beautiful to most but could annoy one, for the reason unknown. I have written this poem in a free-verse.
… Nor can we come to understand what way Feminine evil o’er virtue prevail, For we have ne’er heard anyone to say That snake was anything other than male!
