(January 27, 2015 at 3:26 pm)LastPoet Wrote: What am I? Chopped liver? My godesses can be empirically proved.
You are chopped liver... your goddess (singular) can speak for herself.
Please give me a home where cloud buffalo roam
Where the dear and the strangers can play
Where sometimes is heard a discouraging word
But the skies are not stormy all day