The only normal people are the ones you don’t know very well.
If you would attain to what you are not yet, you must always be displeased by what you are. For…
Red Boots On Way down Geneva All along Vine, Deeper than the snowdrift Love's eyes shine: Mary Lou's walking In…
New Year Poem Tomorrow in the offices the year on the stamps will be altered; Tomorrow new diaries consulted, new…