I am reading this Book to my daughter, and I Tell her to watch how People’s faces change When they are complimented. It shows how
University She inherits, leaky pipes But with potential Unruly pupils Question her authority. She is, Professor.
The story I write The tale I tell, poetic Mythic, magnetic, Universal, it Is your story as much as It is my story.
They would me forfeit My lovely SUV and Drive an old Civic They want to take what I’ve earned because they can’t see My value.
A word must exist First before you can say it. Thus does word create. Every letter is A number, put in sequence Shapes the sound
I am Simon calledPeter, my name stands for theBalance of justice With mercy, the swordIn the stone. In me find theWisdom of ages. I am