A haiku written by Lee Sonogan
I will not follow where the path may lead, but I will go where there is no path, and I will leave a trail. – Muriel Strode
Seething marsh impartiality,
Throes pogrom bloodbath.
Like the firm handshake and looking people straight in the eye, the blazer had originally been a symbol of trust. Because of this, it had been purloined by the less-than-trustworthy and became their preferred disguise. – Craig Brown