Oh the ignorance of us upon whom Providence did not sufficiently smile to permit us to be born in New England.
In junior high school I was an object of pure ridicule for my dress...
My friends and family especially my mom and dad are always saying I should...
Beautiful isle of the sea Smile on the brow of the waters.
When Fortune smiles I smile to think how quickly she will frown.
Poetry is an orphan of silence. The words never quite equal the experience behind them.
