Need We Say It Was Not Love,

Oh, Children, Growing Up To Be Adventurers Into Sophistry, Forbear, Forbear To Be Of Those That Read The Rood To Learn The Rose.

You See, I Am A Poet, And Not Quite Right In The Head, Darling. It’s Only That.

April Comes Like An Idiot, Babbling And Strewing Flowers.

My Heart Is Warm With The Friends I Make, And Better Friends I'll Not Be Knowing, Yet There Isn't A Train I Wouldn't Take, No Matter Where It's Going.

Lord I Do Fear / Thou'st Made The World Too Beautiful This Year.