And You Read Your Emily Dickinson, And

And A Rock Feels No Pain; And An Island Never Cries.

The Phrasing Didn't Work As Well.

I Met My Old Lover On The Street Last Night. She Seemed So Glad To See Me, I Just Smiled. Then We Talked About Some Old Times And We Drank Ourselves Some Beers, Still Crazy After All These Years.

The Death Penalty Is Reserved For People Who Do Not

Nor Is It Strange That After Changes Upon Changes, We Are More Or Less The Same