Once I saw a tiny fairy
though it was a wee bit scary...

....Poetry is art
natural beauty is one...

The black hearse has been sent
it's parked in a white tent...

For all intended purpose
my life is almost over...

A poet pondered alone in his bed
Will they have time for me when I am dead...

My tears may be shallow, but emotions run deep
If I had no sorrow, I would not need to weep...

Once there was a bird, hopping with a broken wing
Hopping through the forest, the bird began to sing...

Created in the image and likeness of God, so we...
Incarnated with worldly flesh we toil until it is...

I do not know too much about that crazy war
Or what those old crazy people are fighting for...

I’m thinking about memory hope I remember...
I’m just trying to remember what I’m...

Ten thousand bells one thousand chimes
One thousand dollars ten thousand dimes...

I don’t’ think I have a mind
There are no answers to find...