Poetry Is A Shuffling Of

Nothing Happens Unless First We Dream.

The Squeaky Wheel Gets The Grease But The Quacking Duck Gets Shot.

I Tell You The Past Is A Bucket Of Ashes, So Live Not In Your Yesterdays, No Just For Tomorrow, But In The Here And Now. Keep Moving And Forget The Post Mortems; And Remember, No One Can Get The Jump On The Future.

There Is A Warning Love Sends And The Cost Of It Is Never Written Till Long Afterward.

A Liar Goes In Fine Clothes, A Liar Goes In Rags, A Liar Is A Liar, Clothes Or No Clothes.