Crowded Places, I Shunned Them

I Was Byron And Shakespeare Formerly.

Tasteful Illumination Of The Night, Bright Scattered, Twinkling Star Of Spangled Earth.

Forgive Me If, In Friendship’s Way, I Offer Thee A Wreath Of May.... [n]ourished By The Dews Of Heaven.... So I Have Ivy Placed Between, To Prove That Worth Is Ever Green. The Little Blue Forget-me-not... Spring’s Messenger In Every Spot, Smiling On All—"remember Me!

If Life Had A Second Edition, How I Would Correct The Proofs.

I Found The Poems In The Fields And Only Wrote Them Down