Here I am, again, drinking and smoking...thinking of you-
What more can a poor man do but praise you for what you have made...
Another free man no longer a slave: to the lusts of life; and all its provision..
From him that was, and all his division..
Into a land flowing with milk and honey:
Let nothing take you away, for in your rest there is a place: a life; a truth; a way.
Don\'t despair my little pear,
You are so sweet to me.
What a treat, to sit at the feet, of he who is to be.