She’ll Have No Lover, For I Don’t

I Have Tried," I Said, "but He Does Not Believe Me. It Is Too Late For That Now" (it Is Always Too Late For Truth, I Thought).

There Is Always The Other Side, Always.

There Is No Doubt That Running Away On A Fresh, Blue Morning Can Be Exhilarating.

It's So Easy To Make A Person Who Hasn't Got Anything Seem Wrong.

If All Good, Respectable People Had One Face, I'd Spit In It.