And All The Colors I Am Inside

No Teacher, Preacher, Parent, Friend, Or Wise Man Can Decide What's Right For You.

Thanksgiving Dinner's Sad And Thankless. Christmas Dinner's Dark And Blue. When You Stop And Try To See It From The Turkey's Point Of View. Sunday Dinner Isn't Sunny. Easter Feasts Are Just Bad Luck. When You See It From The Viewpoint Of A Chicken Or A Duck. Oh How I Once Loved Tuna Salad Pork And Lobsters, Lamb Chops Too Till I Stopped And Looked At Dinner From The Dinner's Point Of View.

I Believe That If You Don't Want To Do Anything, Then Sit There And Don't Do It, But Don't Expect People To Hand You A Corn Beef Sandwich And Wash Your Socks For You And Unzip Your Fly For You.

What Did The Carrot Say To The Wheat? Lettuce Rest, I'm Feeling Beet.

I Would Hope That People, No Matter What Age, Would Find Something To Identify With In My Books, Pick One Up And Experience A Personal Sense Of Discovery. That's Great. But For Them, Not For Me.