As my friend were adrinking i was at home in my home sick as a dog.

Silver bark of beech, and sallow Bark of yellow birch and yellow hey anyone want to read my poetry? who are you ppl

Nothing is so beautiful as spring When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush; thrush’s eggs look like low heavens……. why would you like to have it

I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions. Whatever i see i swallow immediately

In some sense, it could be I argued a category about Life is a vague, nebulous cop-out Any poem ever penned by Man or Women would surely gain ready admittance here. All poems, almost by definition, are about Life But don’t, for a moment, think that makes this category any less impertant . On the…

My story

I was a large baby for a human. i was given the name Soap becease i would always chush soap Then one day i was captured by Orces and was taken to there kingdom where i grew up When i became an adult i was treated as a human and a orc so i was…