The words come flowing
when i'm writing a poem
and there are many different varieties that keep us all going
thats all i can think of
One day I’m walking and I see kids putting ducks in a tiny little crater in the ground I asked the boy what are you doing you’re going to lose them in the stream at the very end of the Crater in Turn on the corner of my eye so very thin and tiny piece of string tied to him and all the other duckies he said if I die they die we do it together so it won’t matter matter
the answer is a . " the crisp and refreshing air , the brilliant blue sky , and the snow all added up to a picturesque winter day .
The word mercy originates from France in 1125.
The answer is B. But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice.”*
