Dear Michael Francis, I wonder if you know How many tests you passed. Take your fam'ly now, and go. Flee with God's blessings,
By Lenamarie Azzoli3 years ago in Poets
Air In balmiest breeze, Intemperate hurricane, And wintriest wind. Earth From whence forth we sprang Ever solid, ever true:
Path To Pageland Far off of The Beaten Path, Beyond borders no eyes can see, The most special place hangs in between
