There Never Was A War That Was

The Mind Is An Enchanting Thing.

In A Poem The Words Should Be As Pleasing To The Ear As The Meaning Is To The Mind.

A Symbol From The First, Of Mastery, Experiments Such As Hippocrates Made And Substituted For Vague Speculation Stayed The Ravages Of Plague.

There Never Was A War That Was Not Inward.

When You Take My Time, You Take Something I Had Meant To Use.