The Brain Is A Wonderful Organ; It

Nobody Was Ever Meant, To Remember Or Invent, What He Did With Every Cent.

Let's Get My Incantation Right: "i Wish I May, I Wish I Might" Give Earth Another Satellite.

If You Don't Know How Great This Country Is, I Know Someone Who Does; Russia.

Poetry Is The Renewal Of Words, Setting Them Free, And That's What A Poet Is Doing: Loosening The Words.

The Tree The Tempest With A Crash Of Wood Throws Down In Front Of Us Is Not To Bar Our Passage To Our Journey's End For Good, But Just To Ask Us Who We Think We Are.