Love Has Earth To Which She Clings.

(soft Petals, Yes, But Not So Barren Quite, Mingled With These, Smooth Bean And Wrinkled Pea;) And Go Along With You Ere You Lose Sight Of What You Came For And Become Like Me, Slave To A Springtime Passion For The Earth. How Love Burns Through The Putting In The Seed On Through The Watching For That Early Birth When, Just As The Soil Tarnishes With Weed, The Sturdy Seedling With Arched Body Comes Shouldering Its Way And Shedding The Earth Crumbs.

The World Is Full Of Willing People; Some Willing To Work, The Rest Willing To Let Them.

Only God And I Knew What I Meant When I Wrote It, Now Only God Knows

In Heaven We Are All Ghostwriters, If We Write At All.

The Afternoon Knows What The Morning Never Suspected.