Known to only be poetic during the night hours, this creature is found in the muggy hills of NE Georgia and is considered an endangering species.
O’er the crest of the hill
Came hence a cry so shrill,
That with darting eyes
I searched the skies
...
1. She walks in silence, like the pond
of glass-like top and hidden angst;
And all that's true and false will bond-
will join with joy and pain and thanks:
...
I’m not stuck between a rock and a hard place
I’m in a pit, a pit from which you can’t see God’s face
There’s no getting out on my own, I’m stuck here forever
I tried climbing the sides but I fall right back in.
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The Man on his Bus and Me in my Car
He looks down at me, we're Frozen in Time.
I look down at him, not in the same way.
It's true I feel sorry seeing the dude,
...
When | you look at me...
...here's what I see:
a world without hate,
...