The Older The Violin, The Sweeter The

Anyway, Whacking A Surly Bartender Ain't Much Of A Crime.

I Think Its A Sickness To Grieve Too Much For Those Who Never Cared A Fig For You.

The Earth Is Mostly Just A Boneyard. But Pretty In The Sunlight.

A Woman's Love Is Like The Morning Dew. It's Just As Likely To Settle On A Horse Turd As A Rose.

-she Remembered Them Kindly, For There Was A Sweetness In Boys That Didn't Last Long, Once They Became Men.