Let me squeeze a drop of blue ink in a trough of sparkling clean spring water,
Allow me to speak a few words about the author of Little Strings of Poetry, just stay with me a little while longer,
Here is a coach that bears a comfy sponge to lean on, sit, take also a cup of milky tea and comfort your soul, it’s really chilly over here,
I was born two months before time, on the seventh month of pregnancy and toil, labour pains strangled my mother,