Some Say The World Will End In

The Sun Was Warm But The Wind Was Chill. You Know How It Is With An April Day.

Skepticism, Is That Anything More Than We Used To Mean When We Said, Well, What Have We Here?

Heaven Gives Its Glimpses Only To Those Not In Position To Look Too Close.

Poets Are Like Baseball Pitchers. Both Have Their Moments. The Intervals Are The Tough Things.

I Am One Who Has Been Acquainted With The Night