If You Don't Have To Write Songs,

She Never Stumbles, She's Got No Place To Fall. She's Nobody's Child, The Law Can't Touch Her At All.

Don't Forget To Support Your Public Library.

Reality Has Always Had Too Many Heads.

You I Am Sure Will Forgive Me For Sincerely Remarking That You Might Curb Your Magnanimity And Be More Of An Artist, And 'load Every Rift' Of Your Subject With Ore.

You’re A Cow Give Me Some Milk Or Else Go Home