I Will Go To The Garden. I

My Wife And I Lived All Alone, Contention Was Our Only Bone. I Fought With Her, She Fought With Me, And Things Went On Right Merrily. But Now I Live Here By Myself With Hardly A Damn Thing On The Shelf, And Pass My Days With Little Cheer Since I Have Parted From My Dear.

I Heard Words And Words Full Of Holes Aching.

O Love, Where Are You Leading Me Now?

My Love's Manners In Bed Are Not To Be Discussed By Me

What A Great Thing! To Be A Writer! Words Are Something You Can Carry In Your Head. You Can Really 'travel Light.'