Who were you, giant man? I call you giant; you would have been five or six inches taller than my homo sapien ancestors, and shorter
Never were true words Spoken. What is manifest Is illusion. The Real poem is so Indescribably perfect, Just imagine it.
Which way I come, and Which way I go, you don’t know. Only my caress.
I identify with My wobbling dented metal Water bottle now.
I considered it the utmost privilege to spend patients’ last moments on Earth with them. Now that I am in Radiology, I don’t have these
Was your mummy’s tomb Despoiled? Was your sacred Burial plot robbed? We can all agree That mistakes were made. That’s why Pencils, erasers … You