I Believe More In The Scissors Than

I Believe More In The Scissors Than I Do In The Pencil.

The Quietness Of His Tone Italicized The Malice Of His Reply.

There’s Got To Be Something Wrong With Us. To Do What We Did.

I Thought Of The Future, And Spoke Of The Past.

The True Beloveds Of This World Are In Their Lover's Eyes Lilacs Opening, Ship Lights, School Bells, A Landscape, Remembered Conversations, Friends, A Child's Sunday, Lost Voices, One's Favorite Suit, Autumn And All Seasons, Memory, Yes, It Being The Earth And Water Of Existence, Memory.