I Never Knew What Was Meant By

He Thought That I Was After Him For A Feather--- The White One In His Tail: Like One Who Takes Everything Said As Personal To Himself.

What An Exciting Age It Is We Live In With All This Talk About The Hope Of Youth And Nothing Made Of Youth.

A Poem Begins With A Lump In The Throat

Here Are Your Waters And Your Watering Place. Drink And Be Whole Again Beyond Confusion.

Forgive Me My Nonsense, As I Also Forgive The Nonsense Of Those That Think They Talk Sense.