If The Good Lord Intended For Us

I Am The Maker Of Music, The Dreamer Of Dreams!

The Cuss Am I? Are You Cussing With Me?

You Seemed So Far Away," Miss Honey Whispered, Awestruck. "oh, I Was. I Was Flying Past The Stars On Silver Wings," Matilda Said. "it Was Wonderful.

To Shipbrokers, Coal Was Black Gold.

Perhaps It's Chasing Me. But I Don't Think It Will Ever Catch Me Because I Am Moving Fast.