Poems from ColinLynch
An old man in an old field, weary, beaten, broken
Soft breaths so shallow, so deep, whispering words seldom spoken
Eyes closed,...
Where do you think the secrets go
Those you think alone you know
Are they hidden under lock and key
Unless you will it, never free
Or are...
The best kings have it, the worst kings reject it
The trampled peasant is content to have it
But is miserable without it
No money or power...
Here here, come come, I say I say Thou sullen traveler, ye irksome stray. Where forego thy errands lie,Whither thou goest over stone and...
Galinda:(spoken)Elphie, now that we're friends, I've decided to make you my new project
Elphaba:(spoken)You really don't have to do that...