Poetry Is A Diary Kept By A

Let A Joy Keep You. Reach Out Your Hands And Take It When It Runs By.

There Is Only One Child In The World And The Child’s Name Is All Children.

Poetry Is A Diary Kept By A Sea Creature Who Lives On Land And Wishes He Could Fly.

I See America, Not In The Setting Sun Of A Black Night Of Despair Ahead Of Us, I See America In The Crimson Light Of A Rising Sun Fresh From The Burning, Creative Hand Of God. I See Great Days Ahead, Great Days Possible To Men And Women Of Will And Vision.

Beware Of Advice-even This.