There Never Was A War That Was

I, Too, Dislike It. Reading It, However, With A Perfect Contempt For It, One Discovers In It, After All, A Place For The Genuine.

Among Animals, One Has A Sense Of Humor. Humor Saves A Few Steps, It Saves Years.

Beauty Is Everlasting And Dust Is For A Time.

Truly As The Sun Can Rot Or Mend, Love Can Make One Bestial Or Make A Beast A Man.

What I Write Could Only Be Called Poetry Because There Is No Other Category To Put It.