I'll Love You Till The Ocean Is

I Used To Try And Concentrate The Poem So Much That There Wasn't A Word That Wasn't Essential. This Leads To Becoming Boring And Constipated.

The Glacier Knocks In The Cupboard, The Desert Sighs In The Bed, And The Crack In The Teacup Opens A Lane To The Land Of The Dead.

The Stars Are Not Wanted Now, Put Out Every One Pack Up The Moon & Dismantle The Sun.

There Is A Great Deal Of Difference In Believing Something Still, And Believing It Again.

Health Is The State About Which Medicine Has Nothing To Say.