In The Street Of The Sky Night

I'm Living So Far Beyond My Income That We May Almost Be Said To Be Living Apart.

Your Slightest Look Easily Will Unclose Me, Though I Have Closed Myself As Fingers, You Open Petal By Petal Myself A Spring Opens Her First Rose.

When God Decided To Invent Everything He Took One Reath Bigger Than A Circustent And Everything Began

I Remember We All Cried Like The Missouri When My Uncle Sol's Coffin Lurched Because Somebody Pressed A Button (and Down Went My Uncle Sol And Started A Worm Farm)

And Now You Are And I Am And We're A Mystery Which Will Never Happen Again.