The Sheen Of Ocean Gleams On The

Self-sacrifice Usually Contains An Unspoken Demand For Payment.

Disillusionment Is Not Truth.

In The Great Cities, Winter Glitters With Art And Feasting. But Poetry, The Country Cousin, Sees Only The Dearth Of The Fields.

When You Can't Figure Out What To Do, It's Time For A Nap.

When I Get The Point, I Often Don't Know What To Do With It.