Because It's Kind Of Great, Being An

Grateful To Be A Little Boat, Full Of Water, Still Floating.

She Would Stay On The Road And In Hiding, A Balloon Floating Through The Sky, Eating Up Hundreds Of Miles A Day With A Help Of The Perpetual Tailwind.

The Minister Said, “let Us Pray,” But As Everyone Else Bowed Their Head, I Could Only Stare Slack-jawed At The Sight Of Peter Van Houten. After A Moment, He Whispered, “we Gotta Fake Pray,” And Bowed His Head.

We Can't Love Our Neighbors Till We Know How Crooked Their Hearts Are.

I Always Had This Secret Suspicion That I Was Special.