His Native Home Deep Imag'd In His

We All Scribble Poetry.

From Now On Walking Is My Beer And Feeling Good Is My Hangover.

And When Long Years And Seasons Wheeling Brought Around That Point Of Time Ordained For Him To Make His Passage Homeward, Trials And Dangers, Even So, Attended Him Even In Ithaca, Near Those He Loved.

The Natural Thing, My Lord, Men And Women Joined.

It Is Wrong To Be Sorry Without Ceasing.