Arithmetic Is Where Numbers Fly Like Pigeons

Man Is A Long Time Coming. Man Will Yet Win. Brother May Yet Line Up With Brother: This Old Anvil Laughs At Many Broken Hammers.there Are Men Who Can't Be Bought.

Come Clean With A Child Heart Laugh As Peaches In The Summer Wind Let Rain On A House Roof Be A Song Let The Writing On Your Face Be A Smell Of Apple Orchards On Late June.

God, Let Me Remember All Good Losers.

Poetry Is The Journal Of A Sea Animal Living On Land, Wanting To Fly In The Air.

There Is Only One Child In The World And The Child’s Name Is All Children.