They all wished to be as he is
Feminine thinking as his miss
The old and young admiring his humility
Many said he was without iniquity
Had all that wealth could offer
Lived life much simpler
Giving to the Lord as supposed
Always seem repose
His hobby was children
Subject with them much of heaven
Yes he had flaws
Which could be the best of someone's all
This was the life of Luther Packings
A step to perfect and fashionably stylish
Though busy, minding his health
But all are yet to know why he hanged himself
DEEP INTO POLITICS
I thought for a moment I Imagined peace laced with war I saw the efforts of a recalcitrant looser The beauty of it, I cou...
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Presently my soul lingers in limbo; not agnostic The weary feet of me gets weary not; soon to be No mortal seek what I seek; perhaps know wh... -
I SPEAK OF A TYRANT I speak of a tyrant Whose cruelty ebbs not Whose acts of predicaments recognizes no truce The joy of the people ...
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Time is due as it is due Our own will be a sample for mankind Going and never to retreat Envies from our foes will be a norm T...