Sometimes When I'm With You, I Remember

Thinking About Spaghetti That Boils Eternally But Is Never Done Is A Sad, Sad Thing.

Precipitate As Weather, She Appeared From Somewhere, Then Evaporated, Leaving Only Memory.

I Would Never See Her Again, Except In Memory. She Was Here, And Now She's Gone. There Is No Middle Ground. Probably Is A Word That You May Find South Of The Border. But Never, Ever West Of The Sun.

The Ground We Stand On Looks Solid Enough, But If Something Happens It Can Drop Right Out From Under You.

Two-thirds Of Earth's Surface Is Ocean, And All We Can See With The Naked Eye Is The Surface.