I Am The People The Mob The

There Are Ten Men In Me And I Do Not Know Or Understand One Of Them.

What Is There More Of In The World Than Anything Else? Ends.

Be Careful With Your Words, Once They Are Said, They Can Only Be Forgiven, Not Forgotten.

The Squeaky Wheel Gets The Grease But The Quacking Duck Gets Shot.

Poetry Is A Section Of River-fog And Moving Boat-lights, Delivered Between Bridges And Whistles, So One Says, 'oh!' And Another, 'how?'