Hey guys. This is a small something I came up with while rapping at a free table with friends. Critique and thoughts would be welcomed.
When times are hard, and the skies are blue, when the sun, chidden of God, refuses to supply the earth her due; When red roses and blue orchids bend their heads in awful sorrow and gloom, there is a place with brighter fortunes, more so than the tomb. It's Quentin C's playroom, where dawn gives way to light. Where games of joy feed the blind with happiness, value and insight. From the ways of monopoly to the strata of chess, as blind folks, young and old, we become our best. Join Quentin C's playroom and don't just meet new friends, but form concrete bonds that will never end!
