As A Rule, It Was The Pleasure-haters

Time Will Say Nothing But I Told You So, Time Only Knows The Price We Have To Pay; If I Could Tell You I Would Let You Know.

A Poet Is A Professional Maker Of Verbal Objects.

In The Deserts Of The Heart Let The Healing Fountain Start.

I'll Love You Till The Ocean Is Folded And Hung Up To Dry And The Seven Stars Go Squawking Like Geese About The Sky.

Oh, How I Wish That Orwell Were Still Alive, So That I Could Read His Comments On Contemporary Events!