The art of losing isn’t hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss…

As I walked out one evening, Walking down Bristol Street, The crowds upon the pavement Were fields of harvest wheat. And down…

Time will say nothing but I told you so, Time only knows the price we have to pay; If I could tell…

Talking in bed ought to be easiest, Lying together there goes back so far, An emblem of two people being honest. Yet…

Walking around in the park Should feel better than work: The lake, the sunshine, The grass to lie on, Blurred playground noises…