Yesterday And Tomorrow Cross And

A Women Is Like A Tea Bag.it's Only When She Is In Hot Water That You Realize How Strong She Is.

Poetry Is The Silence And Speech Between A Wet Struggling Root Of A Flower And A Sunlit Blossom Of That Flower.

I Am! I Have Come Through! I Belong!

The People Know What The Land Knows.

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.