I'm that house who has been on the block for years
Who have seen many parties and lots of tears
I'm hearing rumors that I might be put up for sell
Different types of notices coming in through the mail
If only I can make the decision or be given an option
I don't want people fighting over me at an auction
I'm getting too old and my paint is starting to peel
By looking at me you can only imagine how I feel
Broken cupboards, run down sinks and crooked tile
There's hardly anyone who looks at me with a smile
Who could possibly want me when I'm so run down
You can't open a door without a screeching sound
True I do have a big yard but my grass isn't green
I also have the biggest bedrooms you've ever seen
There are good things about me that's still the same
My roof is still strong and doesn't leak when it rains
Screws and a new paint job would give me that shine
Give it some thought before signing that dotted line
He asked many people.
And sought the wisdom
Of wise people .
Because it has the ability
To teach and educate
He cited cerro gordo
as a perfect cite to
Build a college.
To recreate something that
Once existed and give life
Back to an area were the
Ancient secrets of yesterday
Can teach and educated students
Of today and tommorrow.
He saw schools of carpentry, masonry,
Plumbing, culinary, hotel management,
Clothes making, theater, jewelery making,.
Tourism, business administration, medical
Drone college, terrafugia and jetoptera
Creating traffic and logistics to remodernize
Areas reelctrifcatiin and machine college.
Desert farming and water harvesting, and realestate.
Greenhouses, helping people means educating them.
WHO AM I
I'm black... living in a white house
who am I
I'm colored purple and I am not royal
who am I
I am white ... living in a black house
who am I
Well, I am all, that that I am
I am Father of all creator
Also realestate agent of heaven
Host of home of angels
who am I
Being brown of no known origin
Who am I
My name is Philin Blanks
You can if it applies, put your name on it
On the dotted line I'm oppressed
But not finished
I'm struck but not out ravished but not capable of failure
I am Father of all creator
Also realestate agent of heaven
Host of home of angels
who am I
As the fog settles in the vale
thick, heavy white as snow
Like a blanket resting in place
But mad Mockingbirds row
Barnyard Swallows check out realestate
As tender oak leaves shine
The dampness penetrates
Fog coats thoughts and all that's mine
Confusion rides upon the air
That stillness conveys fear
What is coming in the quiet
Is a violent storm near?
A heavy hand seems to pressure
Weighs down my peace of mind
There's a sun hidden behind clouds
Feelings there undefined
Maybe the sense that there'll be many
Left behind, soon saved gone
Satan will come in His full power
Terror will start to dawn
Earth has seen nothing so severe
Three and one-half years pass
Then horror will reign here even
Earth will bear many carcass
unfinished
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