I am solicitous of everything about you:
the buy sell return and use. Get that?
It puts me in a real tight corner, having
nothing to sell but calling myself that.
Where's the corner for this Coleman
Lantern and all that bright light it
throws? I need some information.
How dwells the infant in its cradle?
Where goes the wagon when it leaves
at night? How many wise men did it
take to decide there'd be only three?
I grew up in the sticks. I learned my
lessons all on the sly : mountain dragons
and tanker cars, a junkyard, where the kids
played cards. I never left my shouldered
burden for a minute untended. Maybe that
is my problem, the way the Lord intended.