Little Rabbits Have Big Ears.

At The End Of The Rainbow Waited The Pot Of Gold. But Rainbows Were Made Of Faint And Fragile Gossamer-and Gold Weighed A Ton-and Since The World Began, Gold Was The Reason To Do Most Anything.

Angel, Saint, Devil's Spawn, Good Or Evil, You've Got Me Pinned To The Wall And Labeled As Yours Until The Day I Die. And If You Die First, Then It Won't Be Long Before I Follow.

Time Doesn't Heal Scars As Most People Commonly Think. It Simply Makes Them Firmer, Stiffer. One Must Accept It And Not Hope To Mend And Return To What He Or She Once Was.

It's Funny How When You're Little, You Miss All The Little Lies. They Float Right Past You, But You Don't Wonder About Them Much. For A Long Time, You Think This Is Just Something Adults Still Do After Being Kids - Pretend.

After It's All Over, The Early Childhood, A Chain Of Birthdays Woven With Candlelight, Piles Of Presents, Voices Of Relatives Singing And Praising Your Promise And Future, After The Years Of Schooling, Fitting Yourself Into Different Size Desks, Memorizing, Reciting, Reporting, And Performing For Jury After Jury Of Teachers, Counselors, And Administrators, You Still Feel Inadequate, Alone, Vulnerable, And Naked In A World That Can Be Unforgiving And Terribly Demanding.