No Man Should Have Proprietary Rights Over

Magic Birds Were Dancing In The Mystic Marsh. The Grass Swayed With Them, And The Shallow Waters, And The Earth Fluttered Under Them. The Earth Was Dancing With The Cranes, And The Low Sun, And The Wind And Sky.

Sorrow Was Like The Wind. It Came In Gusts.

The Inferred Is Always More Effective Than The Obvious.

The Truth Is Artistically Fallacious.

She Lives A Sophisticate's Life Among Worldly People. At The Slightest Excuse She Steps Out Of Civilization, Naked And Relieved, As I Should Step Out Of A Soiled Chemise.