Exactly what club did i join
B.. Lowell’s Dedication to Planetary study
Passage starts out with his work and ended with his work.
"Blow a bubble in the air,
Bubbles, bubbles, everywhere."
Wow, that was good. I'd put more rhyming words depending on the poem you want it to be, but all in all great work.
White Fang came in until he touched Gray Beaver's knee
At the sound, Kiche leaped snarling to the end of her stick, and there raged terribly because she could not come to his aid. But Gray Beaver laughed loudly
Both nose and tongue had been scorched by the live thing, sun-colored, that had grown up under Gray Beaver's hands
