The weak will gravitate to the lou… they will be the most dangerous of groupings, and the largest. The intellectuals will try to comb… their forces –Everyone is right

Bianca, Bianca, Bianca! That wre… steals the hearth from every room… but cold and ash - I will be intolerable. If I am to… I will make sure Bianca does not…

Before the time has come to go while our eyes the same light does behold, let me tell you of this love I hav… deep inside me warmth unfolds

I knew it the minute I opened the… A sparkly blue helmet, I put it r… Like exclamations from its edges,… Framed a grin brighter than the tr… I opened every gift with exuberanc…

I put this thing around my body years ago to keep me warm, To help protect me from the bad and those who’d do me harm - See, I learned this lesson long a…

The people we elect won’t obey the… the people they appoint don’t eith… by design our demise is assigned through another country’s policy, corrosive, corrupting -

Life, what a beautiful thing we’re given– we’re living, but where do we go when the giving becomes taking the last breaths, shaking.

We are but wretched little things small-minded in our finer’ies, selfish in our mine’eries Just wretched little things with our eyes shut tight

I see them up before me gently twinkling through the trees The forest’s wet with winter and the snow’s up to my knees - I stand here, not cold

This story is a true one, a tragedy of sorts about the love a girl has for a sh… one that would never come to port. Every day she stood upon his shore…

o. k., we’re gonna try it A different way this time– Do what you say For real; Not just for play - Put my soul under your knife

The Rainbow. Round or half-round, half in the ground? Does the same light above light the way down below?

I see the words forming then breaking– remaking sentences that once made sense now nonsense, wispy tendrilled clouds

—The Silver Passenger Train— One long picture window of small heads passing parked cars racing by red warning lights and

Tears wept swept the nation Flooding sorrow at the loss, the Queen is gone, all Hail the King, in station - The end; the making of the last.