At last the bottom fell out.No more water in the pail.No more moon in the water.

I believed that I wanted to be a poet, but deep down I just wanted to be a poem.

Roses are wilting, Violets are dead,The sugar bowl is empty,and so is your head.

I beg you, help me, in angelic charity,Pray my efforts will reflect your mastery!

Do You Believe...on this road of lifeon this dayI take younow husband and wife...

Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie,O, what a panic's in thy breastie!

We, peopling the void air, make gods to whom we impute the ills we ought to bear.

Our past sins, our fractured lives--soon nothing but drowned stars in dark skies.

Do not go gentle into that good night, rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Be there a picnic for the devil,an orgy for the satyr,and a wedding for the bride.

The meaning of life is to find your gift. The purpose of life is to give it away.

Light is more important than the lantern,The poem more important than the notebook

Monsieur, you must be mad!Box Five can never be hadFor money, love or the world ...

On the canvas of life,Every sweep of the brush matters,Counts for something…

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