Ever think of your throat as being like a part of a flower?Like when you peer into the flower, how it goes down, like going down a throat!!
A Late WalkBy Robert Frost When I go up through the mowing field, The headless aftermath, Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew, Half closes the garden path. And when I come to the garden ground, The whir of sober birds Up from the tangle of withered... See More »
