Poetry Is A Mock Of

What If Someone Gave A War & Nobody Came? / Life Would Ring The Bells Of Ecstasy And Forever Be Itself Again.

The Moon Is A Friend For The Lonesome To Talk To.

A Liar Is A Liar And Lives On The Lies He Tells And Dies In A Life Of Lies.

I Fell In Love, Not Deep, But I Fell Several Times And Then Fell Out.

I Was Up Day And Night With Lincoln For Years. I Couldn't Have Picked A Better Companion.