I woke up this morning with this question on my mind, and ive been wondering and pondering about the answer to this, but still nothing came through my head. And finally at around 10:00 am I came up with

Real it was released As I goggled and gaped upstairs I saw the crinkling of the papers Like Snow White they appeared With gradual eyes that gaped in front of it Feelings of different mixtures they conveyed

Oh yeah is weekend, most presicly it's Saturday, and and very busy day. It just occurred to me that it's been long I participated in any sporting activities mainly because I've lost my kits . Oh man am

Down the valley forge On the mouth of the Schuylkill River Sitting on the foot of the antique stone The crying poet Throbbing the drums of the ancient gods And the buzzing I. The literary voice The virtuous

I was scrolling through the steemit platform this afternoon when I stumbled on @jason04 blog and saw that he had started a contest, which is all about telling your life biggest regret Rules of the contest

Her ideologies and principle conceived And fell madly in love with her Cos in her there's nobility And with her gentility prevails In priority to care for the sick In order to be part of her noble cause

Lo! This lady Whose lamp of love holds The linen of health bears Without which the Crimean soldiers revived And your modern health edifice proliferates This ministering Angel Whose slender firm Glided