You Should Be Kissed And

After All, Tomorrow Is Another Day.

I Wonder If Anyone But Me Realizes What Goes On In That Head Back Of Your Deceptively Sweet Face.

But The Small Cloud Which Appeared In The Northwest Four Months Ago Had Blown Up Into A Mighty Storm And Then Into A Screaming Tornado,sweeping Away Her World, Whirling Her Out Of Her Sheltered Life,and Dropping Her Down In The Midst Of This Still,haunted Desolation.

Supposed I Don't Want To Redeem Myself? Why Should I Fight To Uphold The System That Cast Me Out? I Shall Take Pleasure In Seeing It Smashed.

I Do Not Write With Ease, Nor Am I Ever Pleased With Anything I Write. And So I Rewrite.