if you re read my history you will find the blooming of a rose. please, do. please, dont. fate. it undergoes photosynthesis and phosphoresis. organic phosphates i mean. picking up pennies when walt whitman's lover stares at you from in its cameo. somehow the eyes stay fixed and brazen. but it is laughable. and how they add up. brown to green. green to firing synapses. and the end of slavery comes. but still there is segregation. the north and south remain adversaries. one tells the other to march on, and the other complains to the other one both back and forth. focus. intently. "her eyes are like champagne, sparkle, bubble over, and in the morning all you got is rain". Mr. ritter said that--not the confectionery company.