Children picking up our bones Will never know that these were once As quick as foxes on the hill;
The Palm at the End of the Mind: Selected Poems and a PlayYou want to be happy? You want to be well? Then put your boots on.
Voluntary Madness: My Year Lost and Found in the Loony BinI'd start to explain with the outward sheepish and inner pride of the nerd.
You Are What You Speak: Grammar Grouches, Language Laws, and the Politics of Identity