Mina and Hwang, lovers at play.

Poem that all mothers can appreciate.

A butterfly seeks the perfect flower, like a man who seeks the right woman.

Every person needs a little down time, a bit of insanity time, to survive and be real.

Boisson’s still at them two-minute poems (:

Every time you get out of a bathroom you must ALWAYS check your self in the miror front AND back.

People need to take the time to giggle every now and then, even if there’s nothing to giggle about.

Generosity can be found everywhere, we need to take a closer look.

Everyone still has a child within them, just some are buried deeper than others.

(apologies for the formatting problems, its intended to be read in verses, but for some reason triond wouldnt allow this)

Poem.