| 1 | A thread of sorrow winds through her poetry. | |
| 2 | My sad thoughts tease me asking me their own names. | |
| 3 | This is what I see: clouds, shapes, thoughts. | |
| 4 | Then, we have to take thoughts captive, just as the Apostle Paul teaches. | |
| 5 | Some 70% of American antibiotics -- tens of millions of pounds of drugs each year -- is used in animal feed, according to the Union of Concerned Scientists. |