Arithmetic Is Where Numbers Fly Like Pigeons

The Wind Bit Hard At Valley Forge One Christmas. Soldiers Tied Rags On Their Feet. Red Footprints Wrote On The Snow...

Time Is The Coin Of Your Life. You Spend It. Do Not Allow Others To Spend It For You.

And Those Who Say, "i'll Try Anything Once," Often Try Nothing Twice, Three Times, Arriving Late At The Gate Of Dreams Worth Dying For.

Poetry Is A Packsack Of Invisible Keepsakes.

I Have Written Some Poetry That I Don't Understand Myself.