Poor stars. Poor stars High, looking down alas she wont be found How she lived. How she dance Loves she had; the very meaning of romance She so enjoyed the spot, how true when it was such a bright stary night Poor stars. Poor stars And we search the land below Little did we know. [...]

Welcome to the first of it’s kind BLOG – We will be posting words and thoughts from George Martorano as we receive them from him. George wants to use this to show not only who he is and why he should be released, but also to demonstrate his “self taught” writing skills.