Annant is Pickwick paperless, the hunter of wisdom and due to Lovelace heart, a budding poet-ass.
Life... Love... Kumbh...It is strange, how quickly people want to obligate their poets, as it were, on the exile.
Peter BichselPoets are like baseball pitchers. Both have their moments. The intervals are the tough things.
Robert FrostOnly the poet truly understands what is written between the pregnant pauses they create.
Shannon Lynette