THE POET'S QUARRY

  Bring forth therefore fruits worthy of repentance, and begin not to say within yourselves, We have Abraham to our father: for I say unto y...

 

 

 

  Shrouded in twiddling thorny twigs I climb onto the fire In the name of the LORD

   My Beloved Sister Tell them please they're Heaven's Sweet Kisses Engraved in my soul. Treasured on a music sheet With ink of gold...