I do stuff. So there.
If you were a bird
I think you would wish
That you could explore the sea like a fish
But if you were a trout
There would be no doubt
You would love to soar through the sky
If you were water
I think your desire
Would be to be able to burn like a fire
But if you were heat
It would be pretty neat
To cool down the land and the sky
Brisk and fresh, the sun arises, Paints the trail with light, Winding up the mountain slant— A hiking man’s delight. My son and I, we...
A tickle in the inner ear. A slightly scratchy throat. An ever-ready stench of fear Has dug a deeper moat. A smile gone, day covers...
The outer shell smiles. Drawing people in. Giving warm hugs and friendly handshakes. Look deep and behold the man within. His true...
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