Brittany

Brittany’s like milk

She white as milk

She also can be sweet like milk sometimes

When she goes bad she turns sour

She makes me stronger

She stinks she turns sours

She comes in many shapes and sizes

She’s the milk to my cereal

      

Favorite Friday Poem

Romance by Edgar Allan Poe

Romance, who loves to nod and sing
With drowsy head and folded wing
Among the green leaves as they shake
Far down within some shadowy lake,
To me a painted paroquet
Hath been—most familiar bird—
Taught me my alphabet to say,
To lisp my very earliest word
While in the wild wood I did lie,
A child—with a most knowing eye.

Of late, eternal condor years
So shake the very Heaven on high
With tumult as they thunder by,
I have no time for idle cares
Through gazing on the unquiet sky;
And when an hour with calmer wings
Its down upon my spirit flings,
That little time with lyre and rhyme
To while away—forbidden things—
My heart would feel to be a crime
Unless it trembled with the strings.

I believe that

I believe that you can do anything if you set your mind to it
I believe that there is someone special out there for everyone
I believe that you shouldn't let anyone bring you down no matter what
I believe that everyone makes mistakes and it shouldn't be held against them
I believe that everyone should have another chance
I believe that with in time everything will be better