You're Entirely Bonkers. But I'll Tell You

Which Form Of Proverb Do You Prefer Better Late Than Never, Or Better Never Than Late?

He Was Part Of My Dream, Of Course -- But Then I Was Part Of His Dream, Too.

One! Two! And Through And Through The Vorpal Blade Went Snickersnack! He Left It Dead, And With Its Head He Went Galumphing Back.

Do You Suppose She's A Wildflower?

Fading, With The Night, The Memory Of A Dead Love, And The Withered Leaves Of A Blighted Hope, And The Sickly Repinings And Moody Regrets That Numb The Best Energies Of The Soul: And Rising, Broadening, Rolling Upward Like A Living Flood, The Manly Resolve, And The Dauntless Will, And The Heavenward Gaze Of Faith-the Substance Of Things Hoped For, The Evidence Of Things Not Seen!