Poets

native vegetation a natural resource, the very gesture - ethnic in this accelerating humanity go-round and you, the face on which you're riding. the miss-pageant report started right there.

by sunrise I already felt myself a publican but was from federal express. en route to receiver don't leave out a treadmill, no traces, just infections, just wear and tear.

I dwell in Possibility... Emily Dickinson observe these families of behavior at living. now we have the day of six billion. historical battles reenact us and we, them.