Poems from CONNER2402
Awake, my child. for you I have a plan.
Set your sights upon the Queenly one,
Promise yourself that maybe you can,
Rise from your sleepy...
Words rampart my head, meaning unheard. dare I jot?
“jot, oh do,” whispers king educator. “if one should use,
one should use correctly” one...
There he goes, a good man by all rights
Nothing like him living on this earth
Virtuous and godly, clean, and kind
Practically perfect since...
Lower thy head, ill-bred gauche!
Didst crude passion writhe past thy shelter?
If thou thinkst thine explanation exceeds true rationale,...