Ideas Pull The Trigger, But Instinct Loads

I Have Had My Ups And Downs But Wotthehell Wotthehell Yesterday Sceptres And Crowns Fried Oysters And Velvet Gowns And Today I Herd With Bums But Wotthehell Wotthehell I Wake The World From Sleep As I Caper And Sing And Leap When I Sing My Wild Free Tune Wotthehell Wotthehell Under The Blear Eyed Moon I Am Pelted With Cast Off Shoon But Wotthehell Wotthehell

Poetry Is What Milton Saw When He Went Blind.

A Little While With Grief And Laughter, And Then The Day Will Close; The Shadows Gather ... What Comes After No Man Knows.

Of Middle Age The Best That Can Be Said Is That A Middle Aged Person Has Likely Learned How To Have A Little Fun In Spite Of His Troubles.

Every Cloud Has Its Silver Lining But It Is Sometimes A Little Difficult To Get It To The Mint.