The Scholars And Poets Of

The Fog Comes On Little Cat Feet.

Tell Me If The Lovers Are Losers... Tell Me If Any Get More Than The Lovers.

There Is An Eagle In Me That Wants To Soar, And There Is A Hippopotamus In Me That Wants To Wallow In The Mud.

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

Our Lives Are Like A Candle In The Wind.