And The Reason That I Laugh And

Progress Is A Comfortable Disease.

Always It’s Spring)and Everyone’s In Love And Flowers Pick Themselves.

...on Forever's Very Now We Stand.

And Still The Mad Magnificent Herald Spring Assembles Beauty From Forgetfulness With The Wild Trump Of April:witchery Of Sound And Odour Drives The Wingless Thing Man Forth In The Bright Air.

Worms Are The Words But Joy's The Voice