The purpose of poetry is to remind us<br/>how difficult it is to remain just one person.

Piglet wasn't afraid if he had Christopher Robin with him$$$ so off they went.

They who have put out the people's eyes$$$ reproach them of their blindness.

The history that now effects everyman is world history.

Until an hour before the Devil fell$$$ God thought him beautiful in Heaven.

Will you let me go for Christ's sake? Will you take that phony dream and burn it before something happens?

Sex$$$ sin$$$ and the Devil were early linked.

No one but Night$$$ with tears on her dark face$$$ watches beside me in this windy place.

You can't eat the orange and throw the peel away - a man is not a piece of fruit.

Yeah$$$ but wheres the skill in being a hero if you were always destined to do it?