A poem doesnโt come out and tell you what it has to say. It circles back on itself, eating its own tail and making you guess what it means.
Franny BillingsleyActually, it would be assumed that the young lady had no such impulses at all, but Iโll tell you something: Chocolate melts on my tongue too.
Franny BillingsleyI don't mean to be ungrateful but if someone's out there answering prayers, mine's not at the top of the list
Franny Billingsley