Freedom Is When You Are Easy In

For I Have Had Too Much Of Apple-picking:i Am Overtired Of The Great Harvest I Myself Desired.

That Day She Put Our Heads Together, Fate Had Her Imagination About Her, Your Head So Much Concerned With Outer, Mine With Inner, Weather.

The Figure A Poem Makes. It Begins In Delight And Ends In Wisdom.

The Best Way For A Person To Have Happy Thoughts Is To Count His Blessings And Not His Cash. Happiness Makes Up In Height For What It Lacks In Length.

He Is All Pine And I Am Apple Orchard. My Apple Trees Will Never Get Across And Eat The Cones Under His Pines, I Tell Him. He Only Says, "good Fences Make Good Neighbors.