Birds and Beads

Bags, bags, bags

Check this out, and till me what do you think.

Here we go,

Poems to you:

The Raven

EDGAR ALLAN POE

Once upon a midnight dreaery, while I pondered, weak and weary,

Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,

While I nodded, nearly napping, rapping, suddenly there came a tapping,

As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.

"T is some visitor," I muttered,

" tapping at my chamber door;

Only this, and nothing more."

under the sea!

On the Egyptian beach!!!

My babies

Romel Beach