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How Lucky I Am To Have Something That Makes Saying Goodbye So Hard.

My Spelling Is Wobbly. It's Good Spelling But It Wobbles, And The Letters Get In The Wrong Places.

If You Want To Make A Song More Hummy, Add A Few Tiddely Poms.

In The Quiet Hours When We Are Alone And There Is Nobody To Tell Us What Fine Fellows We Are, We Come Sometimes Upon A Moment In Which We Wonder, Not How Much Money We Are Earning, Nor How Famous We Have Become, But What Good We Are Doing.

Food Is A Subject Of Conversation More Spiritually Refreshing Even Than The Weather, For The Number Of Possible Remarks About The Weather Is Limited, Whereas Of Food You Can Talk On And On And On.