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Do crocodiles really swallow stones? You'll be surprised to know!
🐊 Do crocodiles really swallow stones? You'll be surprised to know! Most of us think of crocodiles as just a scary beast, but did you know that this powerful animal also swallows stones? Yes! Crocodiles don't add stones to their diet, but it is a natural process that has two amazing purposes.
By Sophia Grace7 months ago in Poets
Mondays
Mondays allow for opportunities to grow now and later depending on the allowances that you give yourself to succeed and
By Mark Graham7 months ago in Poets
What is a Concentration Camp?
Another writer here on Vocal gave me this idea from an article they wrote, and I hope she won't mind using one of the phrases they used in their article.
By Mark Graham7 months ago in Poets
Just Be Here
Heavens door open Everyone is struggling Realness is disappearing Every day is still a blessing, at least that's what His Word saids
By L.I.E7 months ago in Poets
Where lightning seeks the dancer
The day had put on its brightest face, All golden fire, no hint of grace, The sun had reigned in the age of fire
By Echoes of Life7 months ago in Poets
Scroll
Scrolling, scrolling, down, down, down Through the death spiral of society Trying to wake up Wanting to make up for time lost
By Atomic Historian7 months ago in Poets
Dew-Wop
Daystar christens mist praying in a September meadow Eminence dries all tears, soaking a first morning lawn Warmth meets mizzle in a pre-autumn collaboration
By Marilyn Glover7 months ago in Poets
POEM - The Weight Of Splendor
Beneath the sky of burning gold, Where dawn unwraps its hues untold, I walked alone through morning's fire, With heart both heavy and desire.
By Jacky Kapadia7 months ago in Poets
Love Story. AI-Generated.
Love Story Once upon a time, there lived a Boy and Girl But, alas, they were not the same They strayed apart But somehow they always came back
By Ali Asad Ullah7 months ago in Poets
Love in the Rain. AI-Generated.
Love in the Rain Once we met cloud kiss the sky, Raindrops falling, you and I. Without umbrella, only your hand, Going slowly to close, like fate had planned.
By Ali Asad Ullah7 months ago in Poets
It'll be back around. Content Warning.
Someone once told me they felt the world held no place for them Will you believe me if I said I couldn’t do much for them?
By Mo Darasi7 months ago in Poets
Fourth of July
What does the Fourth of July mean to me? Forever giving us the many opportunities to understand the many rudimentary ideas of
By Mark Graham7 months ago in Poets