I Was Overcome With An Attack Of

Wallowing In This Bloody Sty, I Cast For Fish That Pleased My Eye

If Youth Is A Defect, It Is One We Outgrow Too Soon.

Talking About The Past Is Like A Cat's Trying To Explain Climbing Down A Ladder.

Most Poetry Is Very Formal, But When A Modern Poet Is Formal He Gets More Attention For It Than Old Poets Did.

We Are All Old-timers, Each Of Us Holds A Locked Razor.