The Art Of Losing Isn't Hard To

Open The Book. (the Gilt Rubs Off The Edges Of The Pages And Pollinates The Fingertips.)

All The Untidyactivity Continues, Awful But Cheerful.

The Pigs Stuck Out Their Little Feet And Snored.

All My Life I Have Lived And Behaved Very Much Like The Sandpiper - Just Running Down The Edges Of Different Countries And Continents, 'looking For Something'.

Hoping To Live Days Of Greater Happiness, I Forget That Days Of Less Happiness Are Passing By.