How many deaths will it take 'till we know that too many people have died?
Doesn't expecting the unexpected make the unexpected expected?
A poem is a naked person... Some people say that I am a poet.
I'll remember you. When I've forgotten all the rest.You to me were true. You to me were the best.
I kissed goodbye the howling beast on the borderline which separated you from me.
One was Texas medicine, the other was just railroad gin, and like a fool I mixed them.