Keep all ur troubles in ur own pocket. But, make sure that the pocket has a hole!

I am not a nature poet. There is almost always a person in my poems.

Fireflies in the Garden By Robert Frost 1874–1963 Here come real stars to fill the upper skies, And here on earth come emulating flies, That though they never equal stars in size, (And they were never really stars at heart) Achieve at times a very star-like start. Only, of course, they can't sustain the part.

The land was ours before we were the land's. She was our land more than a hundred years Before we were her people.

Only God and I knew what I meant when I wrote it, now only God knows

Two such as you with such a master speed, cannot be parted nor be swept away, from one another once you are agreed, that life is only life forevermore, together wing to wing and oar to oar.

No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader. No surprise in the writer, no surprise in the reader.