(This is a marching song I wrote, you know, the...
What you eat is what you are...

(( I didn't know if I was allowed to post a short...
I stared out at the clouded sky, trying to catch...

Red silk fabric brushed gently against the weaving...
Dust on the steps, staining fabric from crimson to...

Sound. Thundering hooves.
The horses are galloping...

Hummingbirds love flight
And oh! To see them dancing...

The pack is howling
So many tunes they do sing...

When I look at you...
my soul cringes...

He loved her not
or so she thought...

It sat in its corner,
dark and gloomy...

I found a website,
what a surprise...

Oh no...
Your hands, my hips...

This boy is an idiot.
His hands are so sweaty...