Poets need not go to Niagara to write about the force of falling water.
If one by one we counted people out For the least sin, it wouldn't take us long To get so we had no one left to live with. For to be social is to be forgiving.
Two such as you with such a master speed Cannot be parted nor be swept away
Keep all ur troubles in ur own pocket. But, make sure that the pocket has a hole!
If the writer does not cry, the reader does not cry.
O hushed October morning mild, Begin the hours of this day slow, Make the day seem to us less brief... Retard the sun with gentle mist; Enchant the land with amethyst.