I May Have Made A Straight A

August Rain: The Best Of The Summer Gone, And The New Fall Not Yet Born. The Odd Uneven Time.

How We Need Another Soul To Cling To, Another Body To Keep Us Warm. To Rest And Trust; To Give Your Soul In Confidence: I Need This, I Need Someone To Pour Myself Into.

Death May Whiten In Sun Or Out Of It.

I Am What I Feel And Think And Do.

I Am Silver And Exact.i Have No Preconceptions.