Poetry Is A Mug's Game.

I Am Aware Of The Damp Souls Of Housemaids Sprouting Despondently At Area Gates.

Lady Of Silences Calm And Distressed Torn And Most Whole Rose Of Memory Rose Of Forgetfulness Exhausted And Life-giving Worried Reposeful The Single Rose Is Now The Garden Where All Loves End Terminate Torment Of Love Unsatisfied The Greater Torment Of Love Satisfied End Of The Endless Journey To No End Conclusion Of All That Is Inconclusible Speech Without Word And Word Of No Speech Grace To The Mother For The Garden Where All Love Ends.

Let's Not Be Narrow, Nasty, And Negative.

Business Today Consists In Persuading Crowds.

So First, Your Memory I'll Jog, And Say: A Cat Is Not A Dog