I know you probably don’t want to hear any more of this nudist stuff about my family and all, but this Reamer guy was a red-faced German boozehound if there ever was one. He married my brother’s ex-wife Beryl, after Harris left her to her cheap red jug wi

"I’d rather move a word around a page than raise a glass or pass a plate or work a room immune to poetry."

In the beds of women all my life I sought to sleep like God in France./ I visited Jodi, she’d collapsed sideline at her daughter’s soccer game.