You Are Yesterday's Bouquet So

How Are His Poems?" "he's Not As Good As He Thinks He Is, But Then Most Of Us Feel That Way.

It Was Like The Beginning Of Life And Laughter. It Was The Real Meaning Of The Sun

I Have A Face Like A Washrag. I Sing Love Songs And Carry Steel. I Would Rather Die Than Cry. I Can't Stand Hounds Can't Live Without Them. I Hang My Head Against The White Refrigerator And Want To Scream Like The Last Weeping Of Life Forever But I Am Bigger Than The Mountains.

It Is All Ash And Dry Leaves And Grief Gone Like An Ocean Liner.

But She Projected Vitality - You Knew That She Was There.