Jacob Is A German Shepherd.

Jacob Is A German Shepherd. (i Have Never Understood Why They Aren't Called German Sheepdogs. What Do The Germans Call Shepherds?)

English Bohemianism Is A Curiously Unluscious Fruit. ... Inside This Hothouse, Huge Lascivious Orchids Slide Sensuously Up The Sweating Windows, Passion-flowers Cross-pollinate In Wild Heliotrope Abandon, Lotuses Writhe With Poppies In The Sweet Warm Beds, Kumquats Ripen, Open And Plop Flatly To The Floor-and Outside, In A Neat, Trimly-hoed Kitchen-garden, English Bohemians Sit In Cold Orderly Rows, Like Carrots.

Sadly, As With So Much About History's Heroes, It's The Spotting Of Potential Fame That's The Difficulty, Whether It's Publishing Their Poems, Hanging Their Paintings, Or Buying Their Old Underwear. Think Of The Great Men Whose Lives Passed In Penury And Hacking Coughs Due To Public Unawareness That Their Littlest Possession Would End Up At Sothebys Or The Basement At Fort Knox.

All I Know Of Birds To This Date Is That Sparrows Are The Ones That Are Not Pigeons.

Strictly Speaking, The Land Does Not Exist; It Is Merely Dehydrated Sea.