We Outgrow Love Like Other

God Is Indeed A Jealous God. He Cannot Bear To See, That We Had Rather Not With Him, But With Each Other Play.

Hope Is The Thing With Feathers That Perches In The Soul.

Fame Is A Bee It Has A Song - It Has A Sting - Ah, Too, It Has A Wing.

September's Baccalaureate A Combination Is Of Crickets - Crows - And Retrospects And A Dissembling Breeze That Hints Without Assuming - An Innuendo Sear That Makes The Heart Put Up Its Fun And Turn Philosopher.

So Instead Of Getting To Heaven, At Last - I’m Going, All Along.