Frank tried to run away from me. Did I already catch him?

A poem I made, thanks to Judith Viorst. creidits to her.

The preamble distinguishes the artisan (painting the smoking lips on the gigantic billboard-ad for cigarettes) from the artist (splattering paint on the police officer watching on the sidewalk).

Plesiosaurs. One was supposedly found a few years back (1978 or so). Who’s to say that there isn’t a colony of them hidden in the ocean? Who’s to say that they won’t rise up and start a killing spree all across the ocean?

Frank recalls of the spelling of France, Francis, Franz and Francesca. France is divided between the North and the South which is Langue d’oc and the langue d’oil.

Fifty years ago authors had to mail their work to some publisher. They had to include some stamped envelope incase their work was rejeced. Authors with an active imagination could stay poor. Those rejected ideas could be ripped off by others searching trash. This just shows how a tradgedy could be happening toauthors right here.

A play based on her diary entries.

Well, this is a poem about a guy I was so attracted to. Very tall and handsome, it’s too bad you didn’t have such a high opinion of me. I could take the truth. I don’t force myself on anyone. Love should come naturally, beautifully and most important with freedom to grow better. What do you think?

I read the Diary of Anne Frank back in 8th grade and wrote this poem…

Frank outsmarts Juve through the use of both sides of the law, and truly realizes why he did what he did- where he went where he went, and what he had become.