The way the plovers cry goodbye.The way the dead fox keeps on looking down the hill with open eye.The way
I was sad all day, and why not. There I was, books piledon both sides of the table, paper stacked
I, a stranger and afraid In a world I never made. from The Laws of God, The Laws of Man,
Tell me who canCatch a toucan?Lou can. Just how few canRide the toucan?Two can. What kind of goo canStick you
