I Am Stuffing Your Mouth

I Hoard Books. They Are People Who Do Not Leave.

Sometimes The Soul Takes Pictures Of Things It Has Wished For, But Never Seen.

Unless I Can Shake Myself Free Of My Dog, My Flag, Of My Desk, My Mind, I Find Life A Bit Of A Drag. Not Always, Mind You. Usually I'm Like My Frying Pan Useful, Graceful, Sturdy And With No Caper, No Plan.

The Little Girl Skipped By Under The Wrinkled Oak Leaves And Held Fast To A Replica Of Herself.

The Sanest Thing In This World Is Love.