~ But a scribble
with some doubt,
he may wither
but not shout

litle tears start to drop
litle bones start to pop

driping down goes the blood
dark and messy is the flood

the acking pain has gone away
the uneasy mind has gone to stray

the age of wonder
has yet to plunder

and yet a taste of water
is nothing but a bother

then again comes the slay
leaving restless on the hay
nothing other than to say,
my litle soul has gone away.~

A little something I wrote, to me it seems of propper importance since we are in black history month.
[Pardon any errors in my english.]
I find the Beaufort Today Newspaper so intersting.!

Cordially,
thaPrinceguy