I Love Myself When I

She Had Waited All Her Life For Something, And It Had Killed Her When It Found Her.

It Seems That Tears And Laughter, Love And Hate, Make Up The Sum Of Life!

When The People Sat Around On The Porch And Passed Around The Pictures Of Their Thoughts For The Others To Look At And See, It Was Nice. The Fact That The Thought Pictures Were Always Crayon Enlargements Of Life Made It Even Nicer To Listen To.

It's No Use Of Talking Unless People Understand What You Say.

Like The Dead-seeming, Cold Rocks, I Have Memories Within That Came Out Of The Material That Went To Make Me. Time And Place Have Had Their Say.