I wonder why I write this stuff?
It ain’t for money–it must be luff!
A Lithuanian, or even a Slav
Would recognize it’s surely lav.
I sat me one day in a grove,
And wrote and wrote–but still for love.
Of course, if I had incentive enove,
I’d write for something more than love!
by Ray Romine Monday, October 14, 1946
