Your poems are best suited on a page in a fire, that's why I don't read them, so I cordially invite you to stop inviting me to read them.
I've written better poems than this when I've been unconscious!
What I dream that I dream. No leaf in my mango tree and I cry for free. You are with me and doing nothing coming and going night and day that is good gay. Always I hear you touching you every moments and you are not with me at the time of horse race.