There once was a national master
This fellow a jolly old bastard
His limericks so fine
They went down like wine
And left you feeling right plastered.
CUTE!
There once was a national master
This fellow a jolly old bastard
His limericks so fine
They went down like wine
And left you feeling right plastered.
CUTE!
Each of us is here to discover our true selves...
that essentially we are spiritual beings
who have taken manifestation in physical form...
that we're not human beings that have occasional spiritual experiences...
that we're spiritual beings that have occasional human experiences.
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(Deeprak Chopra)
As night fall arrives, so go the sky but then new beauty does arise.
The stars one see from afar, glitter and fills ones mind, of all the beauty left behind. GMB
A very simple one I made up a long time ago. Pull it apart if you like. All I know is a publisher was after me for about 6 months for permission to put it on CD to nusic, with a bunch of other poems.
corrijean
THE LOVE SONG OF J. ALFRED PRUFROCK
by: T.S. Eliot (1888-1965)
Thanks.