The Birds They Sangat The Break Of

The Duty Of Lovers Is To Tarnish The Golden Rule

It's Like A Bear Stumbling Into A Beehive Or A Honey Cache: I'm Stumbling Right Into It And Getting Stuck, And It's Delicious And It's Horrible And I'm In It And It's Not Very Graceful And It's Very Awkward And It's Very Painful And Yet There's Something Inevitable About It.

A Sip Of Wine, A Cigarette, And Then It’s Time To Go. I Tidied Up The Kitchenette; I Tuned The Old Banjo. I’m Wanted At The Traffic-jam. They’re Saving Me A Seat.

It's Four In The Morning, The End Of December I'm Writing You Now Just To See If You're Better.

The Older I Get, The Surer I Am That I'm Not Running The Show.