Disabled Damn It

Doesn't do much good To me to know it But might help some others...

Friendship Rebegun

Here we have a dawning day Pretty as the sun Happiness is on its way...

That money leads not necessarily To happiness, everyone now agree...

Some tell truth, in which love doth not remain Reaping an argument and nothing more; Some tell of love, and leave the truth behind...

A poet is in melancholy made In hopeless silence, with each bitter tear...

I am no advocate of overthrow Sweet transformation is much more my style...

What enterprise we're offered isn't Even close to "free