We Disparage Reason. But All The Time

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

Summary Riposte To The Dreary Wail There's No Knowing What Love Is All About. Poets Know A Lot.

'warm In December, Cold In June, You Say?' I Don't Suppose The Water's Changed At All. You And I Know Enough To Know It's Warm Compared With Cold, And Cold Compared With Warm. But All The Fun's In How You Say A Thing.

Freedom Lies In Being Bold.

Unless I'm Wrong I But Obey The Urge Of A Song: I'm-bound-away! And I May Return If Dissatisfied With What I Learn From Having Died.