If variety is the spice of life my sobriety is equivalent to rolling seven on a cubic diceStanding tall like united lice on laboratory prisoned mice will sooth the soul and mute the sighsGoodbyes are poor receptions in disguiseWicked...

It never rains inManhattanDuring theSpringYes I can do without theRainI must say that I amEnjoying the Good weatherThat we are having every dayIn ManhattanThe Central ParkBrings back to meGood memories of child hoodThat now is gone foreverOut of my...