I've Never Contended That I Had A

Such A Small, Pure Object A Poem Could Be, Made Of Nothing But Air A Tiny String Of Letters, Maybe Small Enough To Fit In The Palm Of Your Hand. But It Could Blow Everybody's Head Off.

I Don't Think I Look Like The Pope's Favorite Catholic - At Least Not Under Close Scrutiny.

The Shreiking Fight Or The Out-of-character Insult Endures Forever, While The Daily Sweetness Dissolves Like Sugar In Water.

Having A Great Dad Probably Permitted Me To Pal Around With Guys In A Way That Some Women Don't.

Reading Is Socially Accepted Disassociation. You Flip A Switch And You’re Not There Anymore. It’s Better Than Heroin. More Effective And Cheaper And Legal.