And Bed, He Thought. Bed Is My

I Love You For All That You Are, All That You Have Been, All That You're Yet To Be.

Here Is The Piece. If You Can't Say Fornicate Can You Say Copulate Or If Not That Can You Say Co-habit? If Not That Would Have To Say Consummate I Suppose. Use Your Own Good Taste And Judgment.

At Night, Never Go To Bed Without Knowing What You'll Write Tomorrow.

For Luck You Carried A Horse Chestnut And A Rabbit?s Foot In Your Right Pocket. The Fur Had Been Worn Off The Rabbit?s Foot Long Ago And The Bones And The Sinews Were Polished By The Wear. The Claws Scratched In The Lining Of Your Pocket And You Knew Your Luck Was Still There.

America Is The Land Of Wide Lawns And Narrow Minds.