The Manly Part Is To Do With

All My Hurts My Garden Spade Can Heal.

A Day Is A Miniature Eternity.

A Bullet Had Found Him, His Blood Ran Out As He Cried. No Money Could Save Him, So He Laid Down And Died. Ooh, What A Lucky Man He Was.

"in The Woods We Return To Reason And Faith. There I Feel That Nothing Can Befall Me In Life~~no Disgrace, No Calamity (leaving Me My Eyes), Which Nature Cannot Repair."

We Talk Of Choosing Our Friends, But Friends Are Self-elected.