God Gave Us Memory So That We

A Moment After The Fairy's Entrance The Window Was Blown Open By The Breathing Of The Little Stars, And Peter Dropped In.

Just Always Be Waiting For Me.

God Gave Us Memory So That We Might Have Roses In December.

Stars Are Beautiful, But They May Not Take Part In Anything, They Must Just Look On Forever.

Most Disquieting Reflection Of All, Was It Not Bad Form To Think About Good Form?