What Are Days For? Days Are Where

I Like Spaghetti Because You Don't Have To Take Your Eyes Off The Book To Pick About Among It, It's All The Same.

One Of The Quainter Quirks Of Life Is That We Shall Never Know Who Dies On The Dame Day As We Do Ourselves.

Deprivation Is For Me What Daffodils Were For Wordsworth.

On Me Your Voice Falls As They Say Love Should, Like An Enormous Yes.

Most People Know More As They Get Older: I Give All That The Cold Shoulder.