I have written some poetry that I don't understand myself. >>
Poetry is the achievement of the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits. >>
Slang is a language that rolls up its sleeves, spits on its hands and >>
Grammar is the grave of letters. >>
The writer who neglects punctuation, or mispunctuates, is liable to be >>
No iron can pierce the heart with such force as a period put just at t >>
I never made a mistake in grammar but one in my life and as soon as I done it I seen it.