Death Has To Be Waiting At The

Inspiration? - A Hoax Fabricated By Poets For Their Self-importance.

Life Has A Way Of Setting Things In Order And Leaving Them Be. Very Tidy, Is Life.

Tragedy Is Restful: And The Reason Is That Hope, That Foul, Deceitful Thing, Has No Part In It.

We Poison Our Lives With Fear Of Burglary And Shipwreck, And, Ask Anyone, The House Is Never Burgled, And The Ship Never Goes Down.

There Will Always Be A Lost Dog Somewhere That Will Keep Me From Being Happy.