Deprivation is for me what daffodils were for Wordsworth.
Something, like nothing, happens anywhere.
Novels seem to me to be richer, broader, deeper, more enjoyable than poems.
On me your voice falls as they say love should, Like an enormous yes.
As a child, I thought I hated everybody, but when I grew up I realized it was just children I didn't like.
Most things may never happen: this one will.