The Wise Traveler Is He Who Is

My Garden All Is Overblown With Roses,/ My Spirit All Is Overblown With Rhyme.

The Saluki Is A Marvel Of Elegance.

One Must Be Businesslike, Although The Glass Is Falling.

Everywhere Bees Go Racing With The Hours, / For Every Bee Becomes A Drunken Lover, / Standing Upon His Head To Sup The Flowers.

Tools Have Their Own Integrity.