Poetry: As my friends truth becomes will I still be around Expressive style?

Maybe... here's To the Truth... our salubrious to health and welfare... perhaps in time, we'll come to know!

The canticle beginning Magnificat anima mea Dominum ("My soul doth magnify the Lord"). (Luke 1:46)

raising a glass of wheat-grass savoring the vino for when such times... as one can join in with Mary,

only then can one truly speak of Truth with expressive new beginnings!

1 As a giant in the looking of a night out, quash found , nothing be for . As love was un-noted. Behind 2 a garbage can ,

3 alive and well.

But he had a dream a giant and then I thought of David

6 Its Just sad a night door open in the vision even this stood alone again.

8 The giant caused bricks to fly but a garbage can saved me also.

9 As so gone into poetry of letter they simple stumble, they lost there self unknown.

10 Thank God for garbage cans .And the will for to live out in front of the garbage can.

11 But nevertheless he came and it workth not here. The Children must play but yet it is Christ who 12 12 finishes all things.

Do I h ave to ask every one are you a poet, to live?

Truth is ever under attache case of mistaken nonentity - again?

I reckon Denmark has more than its share of funky smells

but what the hell, a New Year is near, coming soon to a slaughter-house near - who?

Or, ought that be, `near whom`?

Extraordinary how paranoid some are when someone wishes to know where they got their specs..not a sham, ma`am. ^-^

You never know, Skittzo might be correct, I believe Skittzo not to be green, not in the least

and well, Expresso will be served by A. I..

In the North of England, they say, "Here`s mud in your eye!"

That, then, is the Olde Style for you.

Compliments upon an almost - intelligible question.

No beware of black widows or toads,both eat spiders.