Locale Is Both A Geographic Term And

Moon, Moon, When You Leave Me Alone All The Darkness Is An Utter Blackness, A Pit Of Fear, A Stench, Hands Unreasonable Never To Touch. But I Love You. Do You Love Me. What To Say When You See Me.

O Love, Where Are You Leading Me Now?

Hopefully, I Write What I Don't Know.

The Lady Has Always Moved To The Next Town And You Stumble On After Her.

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