I'm Not Confused. I'm Just Well Mixed.

It's God - I Recognised Him From Blake's Picture.

The Rain To The Wind Said, You Push And I'll Pelt.' They So Smote The Garden Bed That The Flowers Actually Knelt, And Lay Lodged--though Not Dead. I Know How The Flowers Felt.

A Breeze Discovered My Open Book And Began To Flutter The Leaves To Look

Let Me Be The One To Do What Is Done.

I'd Just As Soon Play Tennis With The Net Down.