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

I was a child when I had you, it’… too young to be a mother or a frie… I don’t know how to communicate wi… You’ll never understand what I we… To an unwed mother’s home, they di…

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 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…

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 sat down under a lonely tree to contemplate the lov-e-ly way it swayed, so laz-i-ly, in the sunny, summer sun. And as I sat, I wondered how

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

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…

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

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…

A man of no season, a man without reason WHO stumbles and bumbles and droo… This man past his hour has left others in power

Today, we officially became A communist country, our Constitution ripped of its frame as we watched on our TV’s —The government we trust?

A River only runs one way from beginning to end is always the same the direction never changes from start to finish into

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.