From this hour I ordain myself loos’d of limits and imaginary lines.
What is beautiful to God, didn't make the cover of Vogue; Jesus is beautiful.
You hem me in -- behind and before;
you have laid your hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
too lofty for me to attain.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6...
I this popped in to my head, I think because of all the religious talk lately
Perfectly robust chickens
Run laps a lot
Pee on the garden
Leap over fences
Cock is a word for rooster
Hen is a type of chicken?
Kit kats are good
Nice chickens don't belong in the
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.
E. A. Poe