The Religion Of Christianity Is Mixed Of

Into The Dark Night Resignedly I Go, I Am Not So Afraid Of The Dark Night As The Friends I Do Not Know, I Do Not Fear The Night Above As I Fear The Friends Below.

The Sea Was Angry That Day My Friend, Like An Old Man Trying To Send Back Soup At A Deli.

All Poetry Has To Do Is To Make A Strong Communication. All The Poet Has To Do Is Listen. The Poet Is Not An Important Fellow. There Will Also Be Another Poet.

It Is The Privilege Of The Rich To Waste The Time Of The Poor To Water With Tears In Secret A Tree That Grows In Secret That Bears Fruit In Secret That Ripened Falls To The Ground In Secret And Manures The Parent Tree Oh The Wicked Tree Of Hatred And The Secret The Sap Rising And The Tears Falling.

My Friendships, They Are A Very Strong Part Of My Life, They Are As Light As Gossamer But Also They Are As Strong As Steel. And I Cannot Throw Them Off, Nor Altogether Do With Them Or Without Them. And I Love Them At The Point Where They Say: It Is Nice To See You Again. And I Love Them Too At The Point When They Say: Good-bye, Come Again Soon. The Rhythm Of Friendship Is A Very Good Rhythm.