Pencil drop, A teacher provides Out of pocket. It’s their own dime. Yet, passed amidst discord, She cannot see nor sneer Upon such meager coin. She holds too dear Without fear Her own dime. Now is the time To live…WITHIN our time To see that which plagues Or fellow’s friend And to welcome those Who learn strife Is always the days bitter end. Why not be better? We are better. Open our arms. Open your arms. Do not let inequity rule Nor the golden house Once white fall To this gilded flame Of populist rancor Fueled By a divide bled between us. Remember first who we are. American First? That is…
Here we have Bumps by Matthew Hall. If anyone is interested in a twist of reality and a look at the end of things with a thrill, please listen into this story. Short Bio: Matthew Hall, beard aficionado and semi-pro eccentric, tries to find time to write in between meetings at the office. He writes to dispel the ennui endemic in his daily life of accountancy, and to explore worlds without spreadsheets and deadlines. Also, available on the Judah Mahay App, iTunes, Google Play, or Stitcher Radio.