What Will Survive Of Us Is Love.

Parting Is A Training Streamer,lingering Like Leaves In Autumn.

Most People Know More As They Get Older: I Give All That The Cold Shoulder.

Here Is An Unfenced Existance

Get Stewed:books Are A Load Of Crap.

My Mother, Who Hates Thunderstorms, Holds Up Each Summer Day And Shakes It Out Suspiciously, Lest Swarms Of Grape-dark Clouds Are Lurking There.