The urge to write is so damned strong, it's eating me alive the words, all jumbled in my mind sometimes come out all wrong. My poetry is changing from the sappy lovesick verse at times it's something beautiful, though oft' it's something worse. I wish I knew which way to go to make it come out right, but like as not it still will keep me up too late at night! The late night hours tempt me with subtle promise of something fine, but that is rare and seldom comes just babble, line to line.