A Poem May Be Worked Over Once

Keep All Ur Troubles In Ur Own Pocket. But, Make Sure That The Pocket Has A Hole!

I Hate The Idea That You Ought To Read The Whole Of Anybody.

There Is No Love. There's Only Love Of Men And Women, Love Of Children, Love Of Friends, Of Men, Of God: Divine Love, Human Love, Parental Love, Roughly Discriminated For The Rough.

You Can Be A Rank Insider As Well As A Rank Outsider.

A Poem Begins With A Lump In The Throat