Why Does A Hearse Horse Snicker, Hauling

The Fog Comes On Little Cat Feet.

To Be A Good Loser Is To Learn How To Win.

I Cried Over Beautiful Things, Knowing No Beautiful Thing Lasts.

I Been A Wanderin' Early And Late, New York City To The Golden Gate An' It Looks Like I'm Never Gonna Cease My Wanderin'.

Poetry Is The Silence And Speech Between A Wet Struggling Root Of A Flower And A Sunlit Blossom Of That Flower.