We Are Suffering From Too Much Sarcasm.

If You Will Tell Me Why The Fen Appears Impassable, I Then Will Tell You Why I Think That I Can Cross It If I Try.

Beauty Is Everlasting And Dust Is For A Time.

I See No Reason For Calling My Work Poetry Except That There Is No Other Category In Which To Put It.

Maine Should Be Pleased That Its Animal Is Not A Waverer, And Rather Than Fight, Lets The Primed Quill Fall. Shallow Oppressor, Intruder, Insister, You Have Found A Resister.

Does It Follow That Because There Are Poisonous Toadstools Which Resemble Mushrooms, Both Are Dangerous?