There Are Always Loose Ends

Fools Who Wear Their Hearts Proudly On Their Sleeves, Who Cannot Control Their Emotions, Who Wallow In Sad Memories And Allow Themselves To Be Provoked This Easily - Weak People, In Other Words.

Harry Looked Down And Saw Deep Green Mountains And Lakes, Coppery In The Sunset.

They Were The Reason That He Kept Faith With His Stars, That Reinforced Him In His Belief That The Universe Had More In Store For Him Than The Mug's Game Of Working For A Modest Salary Until He Retired Or Died.

Neither Can Live While The Other Survives, And One Of Us Is About To Leave For Good.

I'm Not A Natural Joiner.