A Slave Is One Who Waits For

A General Loathing Of A Gang Or Sect Usually Has Some Sound Basis In Instinct.

And The Days Are Not Full Enough And The Nights Are Not Full Enough And Life Slips By Like A Field Mouse Not Shaking The Grass

I Desired My Dust To Be Mingled With Yours Forever And Forever And Forever.

One Discards Rhyme, Not Because One Is Incapable Of Rhyming Neat, Fleet, Sweet, Meet, Treat, Eat, Feet But Because There Are Certain Emotions Or Energies Which Are Nor Represented By The Over-familiar Devices Or Patterns.

What Thou Lovest Well Remains.