Sing Your Song. Dance Your Dance. Tell

Where Did I Get The Nerve To Think I Could Handle American Teenagers? Ignorance. That's Where I Got The Nerve.

He Sits In An Old Armchair In The Corner Covered With Bits Of Blankets And A Bucket Behind The Chair That Stinks Enough To Make You Sick And When You Look At That Old Man In The Dark Corner You Want To Get A Hose With Hot Water And Strip Him And Wash Him Down And Give Him A Big Feed Of Rashers And Eggs And Mashed Potatoes With Loads Of Butter And Salt And Onions.i Want To Take The Man From The Boer War And The Pile Of Rags In The Bed And Put Them In A Big Sunny House In The Country With Birds Chirping Away Outside The Window And A Stream Gurgling.

Teacher? I Never Dreamed I Could Rise So High In The World

I'm More Interested In Writing Than In Performing.

A Mother's Love Is A Blessing No Matter Where You Roam. Keep Her While You Have Her, You'll Miss Her When She's Gone -- Angela's Ashes.