Got just enough room to be a friend of yours. Oh I hope you got room to be a friend of mine.
With my ninth mind I resurrect my first and dance slow to the music of my soul made new.
Love taught me to die with dignity that I might come forth anew in splendor. Born once of flesh, then again of fire, I was reborn a third time to the sound of my name humming haikus in heaven’s mouth.
That good gardener, who wept thorns plowing his fields - harvests grace with joy.
When we vote we participate in the construction of a context.
At one end of the continuum known as history are first-time events that have generated notable measures of public recognition due to either a positive or negative impact.