The People Know What The Land Knows.

Poetry Is A Phantom Script Telling How Rainbows Are Made And Why They Go Away.

I Stayed Away From Mathematics Not So Much Because I Knew It Would Be Hard Work As Because Of The Amount Of Time I Knew It Would Take, Hours Spent In A Field Where I Was Not A Natural.

Tell No Man Anything, For No Man Listens Yet Hold Thy Lips Ready To Speak.

Somebody's Little Girl- How Easy It Is To Make A Sob Story Over Who She Once Was And Who She Now Is.

There Are Ten Men In Me And I Do Not Know Or Understand One Of Them.