Talking Is A Hydrant In The Yard

All Great Things Are Done For Their Own Sake.

God Made A Beauteous Garden With Lovely Flowers Strown, But One Straight, Narrow Pathway That Was Not Overgrown. And To This Beauteous Garden He Brought Mankind To Live, And Said "to You, My Children, These Lovely Flowers I Give. Prune Ye My Vines And Fig Trees, With Care My Flowers Tend, But Keep The Pathway Open Your Home Is At The End." God's Garden

I Never Knew What Was Meant By Choice Of Words. It Was One Word Or None.

Friends Make Pretence Of Following To The Grave But Before One Is In It, Their Minds Are Turned And Making The Best Of Their Way Back To Life And Living People And Things They Understand.

The Rose Is A Rose, And Was Always A Rose. But The Theory Now Goes That The Apple's A Rose.