Ruling the Third
Sometimes, solitude is bliss.
Where will go as people in a great big world yet fully discovered… If we do not overcome the hatred and injustices.
Our blood is the same color, we come from the woman’s womb, our tears all run clear…why so much hatred? 6 more words
My Scrummy Life
It’s hard to discern, but the road to be more scrummy feels as if straight from the Robert Frost poem, “The Road Not Taken… 322 more words
2 weeks, 2 days
Thoughts of a crooked mind.
You’re asked to recite a poem (or song lyrics) from memory — what’s the first one that comes to mind? Does it have a special meaning, or is there another reason it has stayed, intact, in your mind? 551 more words
1 month, 2 weeks