Emily Dickinson got us bipolar persons right frequently. Check this one out. She's one of my favourite poets evah!
‘twas the month before Christmas, And all through the land, The creatures were whispering, Isn’t it grand. Santa’s looking, to pull on his sleigh, New animals, cos reindeer are so passé. Besides, traditional creatures of yore, Aren’t fast enough To avoid planes or the stray bullet or four. What we need are creatures who Are... Continue Reading →