An Idea Comes As Near To Something

It Takes All Sorts Of In And Outdoor Schooling To Get Adapted To My Kind Of Fooling.

One Age Is Like Another For The Soul.

Leaves And Bark, Leaves And Bark, To Lean Against And Hear In The Dark. Petals I May Have Once Pursued. Leaves Are All My Darker Mood.

There Are Tones Of Voices That Mean More Than Words.

Many Lovers Have Been Divorced By Having What Is Free Enforced.