Response to the Shooting.

A poem for the season…..enjoy twas’ 11 days before Christmas, around 9:38 when 20 beautiful children stormed through heaven’s gate. their smiles were contagious, their laughter filled the air…. they could hardly believe all the beauty they saw...

What Means This

by Sir Thomas Wyatt What means this when I lie alone? I toss, I turn, I sigh, I groan. My bed me seems as hard as stone. What means this? I sigh, I plain continually. The clothes that on my bed do lie Always methink they lie awry. What means this? In slumbers oft for...
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