John Adams (October 19, 1735 – July 4, 1826) was the second president of the United States (1797–1801), having earlier served as the first vice president of the United States. An American Founding Father, Adams was a statesman, diplomat, and a leading advocate of American independence from Great Britain. Well educated, he was an Enlightenment polit ...
Here is everything which can lay hold of the eye, ear and imagination—everything which can charm and bewitch the simple and ignorant. I wonder how Luther ever broke the spell.
I always consider the settlement of America with reverence and wonder, as the opening of a grand scene and design in providence, for the illumination of the ignorant and the emancipation of the slavish part of mankind all over the earth.
A government of laws, and not of men.
You and I ought not to die before we have explained ourselves to each other.
I must study politics and war that my sons may have liberty to study mathematics and philosophy.
im pretty postive (not for covid) that we dont drink cows
john Adams! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! nice poem puppywierd247 (weird that's how u spell it. no a fence man ;) : }
This is a lerimick about John Adams; John Adams became a great man, Who told Thomas Jefferson to write the declaration I ate doing this Because I have no Idea what im doing You guys are wierd, no one these days have humour Ps. I stopped writing the poem because I got bored
Grand Canyon Lands
I'm in a wild neglected niche,
Mojave joins the sublime ditch.
Out from Lake Meade where deserts burn
As heat surrounds a cooking urn.
These fiery winds may take their toll
Infernos' depths; devil's punch bowl.
Bright ochre sands like burnished chrome
Reflects the sun, earth's nascent home.
Grand Canyon's wild. So am I.
Wild donkeys thrive with coyotes nigh.
Cactus water, at least, is clean
When hunger gnaws, there's mesquite beans.
Let coyotes howl. Old owls can hoot
Snakes can't pierce my heavy boots.
I had to come. There was no choice
The greed, the bias, the deafening noise.
Moon and stars and desert air
May heal my soul. It is my prayer.
Skoal to the west with spaces wide
Where souls can hope, dream, and decide.
i dont drink cow r u a vampire? if so please write i'm a werewolf