I Can Only Sign Over Everything, The

Rejoice With The Day Lily For It Is Born For A Day To Live By The Mailbox And Glorify The Roadside

I Am Torn In Two But I Will Conquer Myself.

Fee-fi-fo-fum - Now I'm Borrowed. Now I'm Numb.

I Said, The Poets Are There I Hear Them Singing And Lying Around Their Round Table And Around Me Still.

Now That I Have Written Many Words, And Let Out So Many Loves, For So Many, And Been Altogether What I Always Was A Woman Of Excess, Of Zeal And Greed, I Find The Effort Useless.