Don't Tell Me It's Raining When You're

The Magic Of Procedure: Do This After That And Thus Before So; Then Your Wish Will Be Granted.

Mild Brown Eyes Beckon Me To The Past, But Memory Provides No Clue.

Birth Dates And Bathroom Scales Tell More Truth Than I Want To Know.

What I Eat Turns Into My Body. What I Read Turns Into My Mind.

My Mother's Mild-eyed Sadness Looks At Me From The Eyes Of Those I Love.