I’m glad you understand it. My greatest fear was that with so many pronouns, the meaning would cloud.

Zody is grumpy today and tries to cause a ruckus. He’s like the rider of a loud Harley, enjoying his noise and the irritation all around him.

Thank you.

If an egret is a bird and a heron is a bird, then an egret can be a heron, but is not necessarily a heron according to the proposition. Therefore, A can be B. Check "Philosophy for Dummies," I’m sure it will agree. As for "believe hopefully," I know it sounds silly to believe and hope at the same time, almost contradictory, like lying to instill trust, like telling his Alzheimer’s wife he’s going to the store, when he’s really going to meet a woman for a few hours of understanding and conversation to ease his mind and relieve his nerves from incessant nagging.

Line 10 is tetrameter. Line 8 seems to have 6 beats. Several lines are iambic only on a stretch of the word. None of the above makes any difference to me.

he says, sliding into my comment as if it were a fitted brogue.

Feeling the pinch, are we?

I can say cop-out, expediency, caring, love, lies, and trust, all in the same breath, and believe hopefully that I mean them.

Under a hazy Florida sun,
in the median,
three tall birds stand -
underestimating.

You are right about blahblahlbah.

I wish you would stop ignoring me when I comment on your work. You went off in another direction, this time as before, and did not address what I was trying, in a constructive amnner, to tell you.

We have a few people on this site who seem blind to their own faults, while they pour salt into the perceived wounds of others. It’s good hear someone, once in a while, looking squarely at himself and making the best of who he is.

Thank you, it was a beautiful place in the country, and now it’s only a memory. Returning to the ruin was the ending of possibilities, not a depression really, but the final knowledge that that memory is a memory, and nothing else.

Profuse thanks, but you're six bricks short of a full load, pal.

Not to be insipid.

More forceful than procuring a spot of holy ground through his word. More forceful than a seed growing and blooming, in between which processes lies a host of work. More forceful that simply turning into something pure as if it’s a gentle ride.