She called upon my touching divides, please let them be We laughed and sighed throughout the night, glory let us…
Swish and flick, the quill or stick The writer knows the way His words flow up, down and around His…
Polished mirrors darken with age Simple stands and gains the wage Electric hair and flowing rage The weary just turn…
The following is a poem written by George Birdseye in the late 1800s. I did not write this obviously and…
This is a test run at Alliteration. Sally sighed sadly as she sat stiffly The terrible truth traversed through…
I decided on a rose-colored day That I would no longer be this way But life’s mysteries held such sway…
They called him Joe He always sat alone But when a friend was needed Joe's compassion came unheeded Joe…
Chances are I’ll die today, don’t know if we can keep them away The town call rises in the sky,…
She was full of fire, He could douse the flames They both abound, all over town, Still playing their silly…