The Sentence Im Reading Is Terrific.

Poets Are Always Taking The Weather So Personally.

Real Ugly Girls Have It Tough. I Feel So Sorry For Them Sometimes.

Boy, Did He Depress Me! I Don't Mean He Was A Bad Guy- He Wasn't. But You Don't Have To Be Bad Guy To Depress Somebody- You Can Be A Good Guy And Do It.

John Keats / John Keats / John / Please Put Your Scarf On.

We Are, All Four Of Us, Blood Relatives, And We Speak A Kind Of Esoteric, Family Language, A Sort Of Semantic Geometry In Which The Shortest Distance Between Any Two Points Is A Fullish Circle.