Time To Plant Tears, Says The Almanac.

Time To Plant Tears, Says The Almanac. The Grandmother Sings To The Marvelous Stove And The Child Draws Another Inscrutable House.

The Whole Shadow Of Man Is Only As Big As His Hat.

I Am Overcome By My Own Amazing Sloth...can You Please Forgive Me And Believe That It Is Really Because I Want To Do Something Well That I Don't Do It At All?

Lose Something Every Day. Accept The Fluster Of Lost Door Keys, The Hour Badly Spent. The Art Of Losing Isn't Hard To Master.

Being A Poet Is One Of The Unhealthier Jobs--no Regular Hours, So Many Temptations!