Hospitality To love a stranger It need not be much For one who has little Will appreciate it

The human heart ...leaps and jumps ...races and sings ...sighs and groans The treacherous heart can

Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?

The medication is not me But neither is the sickness it tre… You may hear its effects In my voice In my opinions

I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter

Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco

Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses

Nothing makes people flee Like reading them poetry They value it in theory But please don’t make them read Surprise me with your verse

If I could make you smile Just once Sincerity From an appreciative heart It would make all of it worthwhile

I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease

Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling