To Me, Freedom Entitles You To Do

There Are No Happy Endings. Endings Are The Saddest Part, So Just Give Me A Happy Middle And A Very Happy Start.

Once There Was A Tree, And She Loved A Little Boy.

Listen To The Voice That Speaks Inside

Although I Cannot See Your Face As You Flip These Poems Awhile, Somewhere From Some Far-off Place I Hear You Laughing--and I Smile.

My Beard Grows Down To My Toes, I Never Wears No Clothes, I Wraps My Hair Around My Bare, And Down The Road I Goes.