Dustfinger Closed His Eyes And Listened. He

Dustfinger Closed His Eyes And Listened. He Was Home Again.

He Wants To Be Grown-up. How Different Dreams Can Be! Nature Will Soon Grant Your Wish.

The Heart Was A Weak, Changeable Thing, Bent On Nothing But Love, And There Could Be No More Fatal Mistake Than To Make It Your Master. Reason Must Be In Charge. It Comforted You For The Heart's Foolishness, It Sang Mocking Songs About Love, Derided It As A Whim Of Nature, Transient As Flowers. So Why Did She Still Keep Following Her Heart?

I Will Try To Write Books Until I Drop Dead.

Let's Be Off Before He Gets His Great Horsey Teeth Into My Poor Lines Of Verse!