The Late Afternoon Sunlight, Warm As Oil,

Why' Is A Crooked Letter And Can't Be Made Straight.

There Came A Time When You Realized That Moving On Was Pointless. That You Took Yourself With You Wherever You Went.

Until We See Each Other Again, Keep Your Head Together, Read Some Good Books, Be Useful, Be Happy.

There's One Novel, Cujo, That I Barely Remember Writing At All.

Death Is When The Monsters Get You.