Humanity I love you because when you're hard up you pawn your intelligence to buy a drink.
Your slightest look easily will unclose me, though I have closed myself as fingers, you open petal by petal myself a Spring opens her first rose.
And now you are and I am and we're a mystery which will never happen again.
Must's a schoolroom in the month of may
Always it’s Spring)and everyone’s in love and flowers pick themselves.
May my mind stroll about hungry and fearless and thirsty and supple and even if its sunday may i be wrong for whenever men are right they are not young