And the secret word for tonight is…
In Soviet America, banks rob people because that is where the money is!
And the secret word for tonight is…
In Soviet America, banks rob people because that is where the money is!
Elegy V: His Picture by Dr John Donne Here take my picture; though I bid farewell Thine, in my heart, where my soul dwells, shall dwell. ’Tis…
Pea Brush by Robert Frost I walked down alone Sunday after church To the place where John has been cutting trees To see for myself about the…
Summer Silence Eruptive lightnings flutter to and fro Above the heights of immemorial hills; Thirst-stricken air, dumb-throated, in its woe Limply…