How is it with you I’m good at chemistry?
Let night make of it: love. Let daylight make of it: friendship.
At work . . . skipping stones.
…and I took the star less traveled.
Maybe death comes when God runs out of rodeos.
Each of us can count our lovers on one heart.
Just make all the somedays soon.
There’s chocolate in all directions. Follow the directions!
Skip trying. Go straight to succeeding.
Take to the sky – fathoms deep.