We Trust In Plumed Procession For Such

Good Times Are Always Mutual; That Is What Makes Good Times.

Love Is Everything. And That's All We Know About It.

I Dwell In Possibility A Fairer House Than Prose More Numerous Of Windows Superior — For Doors.

I Cannot Help Esteem The 'bird Within The Hand' Superior To The One The 'bush' May Yield Me Or May Not Too Late To Choose Again

Presentiment Is That Long Shadow On The Lawn Indicative That Suns Go Down; The Notice To The Startled Grass That Darkness Is About To Pass.