A Woman's Pity Sometimes Makes Her Mad.

May The Good God Pardon All Good Men.

I Love Thee To The Level Of Everyday's Most Quiet Need, By Sun And Candle Light...i Love Thee With The Breath,smiles,t Ears,of All My Life.

Like To Write? Of Course, Of Course I Do. I Seem To Live While I Write - It Is Life, For Me.

God Himself Is The Best Poet, And The Real Is His Song.

This Race Is Never Grateful: From The First, One Fills Their Cup At Supper With Pure Wine, Which Back They Give At Cross-time On A Sponge, In Bitter Vinegar.