There's No Defense Except All The Errors

I Have Seen Too Many Men Wilt And Go Silly Under A Little Light, And Then They Continue To Write And Get Published, Turning Out Pure Crap Under A Name That Has Become A Bad Habit. The Next Poem Is All That Counts. You Can't Stand On Past Poems.

We Had Such Tremendous Fun And Much Agony Together For Some Years

Her Eyes Always Had A Frantic, Lost Look. He Could Never Cure Her Eyes Of That.

We Use Such Big Words To Move Nowhere.

All A Guy Needed Was A Chance. Somebody Was Alway Controlling Who Got A Chance And Who Didn't.