You Can't Get Too Much Winter In

The Woods Are Lovely, Dark, And Deep But I Have Promises To Keep...

Don't Join Too Many Gangs. Join Few If Any. Join The United States And Join The Family- But Not Much In Between Unless A College.

My Definition Of Poetry (if I Were Forced To Give One) Would Be This: Words That Have Become Deeds.

The Trees That Have It In Their Pent-up Buds To Darken Nature And Be Summer Woods.

If We Couldn't Laugh We Would All Go Insane.