Something changed and spinning went far beyond!

Still unreal! Though odd indeed!

We must play on!

Infinitly Important song!

Its a snake or something.

The poem I just did is a great example of poetry and what it is foundation wise.

Nature rolls out its canopy collapsing its structures while in parts greening an absolute beauty! Hills seem to be rising with sounding trees!

Winter is her.

Yeats Prophesy head aches for English Major graduates.

Does it help if people to be very aware of the days left to them given the average life span?

All's fair until they are not.

Change doesn't mean this: