Love Is A Game-yes? I

Moon! Moon! I Am Prone Before You. Pity Me,and Drench Me In Loneliness.

Youth Condemns; Maturity Condones

Love Is A Game-yes? I Think It Is A Drowning.

Oh! To Be A Flower Nodding In The Sun, Bending, Then Upspringing As The Breezes Run.

I Should Like To Bring A Case To Trial: Prosperity Versus Beauty, Cash Registers Teetering In A Balance Against The Comfort Of The Soul.