It Is Only A Moment Here And

A Poet Never Takes Notes. You Never Take Notes In A Love Affair.

Keep All Ur Troubles In Ur Own Pocket. But, Make Sure That The Pocket Has A Hole!

Fireflies In The Garden By Robert Frost 1874–1963 Here Come Real Stars To Fill The Upper Skies, And Here On Earth Come Emulating Flies, That Though They Never Equal Stars In Size, (and They Were Never Really Stars At Heart) Achieve At Times A Very Star-like Start. Only, Of Course, They Can't Sustain The Part.

Poetry Is About The Grief. Politics Is About The Grievance.

The Snake Stood Up For Evil In The Garden.