Shoot All The Blue Jays You Want,

Miss Jean Louise, Stand Up. Your Father's Passin'.

I Like To Write. Sometimes I'm Afraid That I Like It Too Much Because When I Get Into Work I Don't Want To Leave It. As A Result I'll Go For Days And Days Without Leaving The House Or Wherever I Happen To Be. I'll Go Out Long Enough To Get Papers And Pick Up Some Food And That's It. It's Strange, But Instead Of Hating Writing I Love It Too Much.

I Wonder How Much Of The Day I Spend Just Callin' After You.

When He Was Nearly Thirteen, My Brother Jem Got His Arm Badly Broken At The Elbow.

I'm Little But I'm Old.