The Pigs Stuck Out Their Little Feet

Oh, Must We Dream Our Dreams And Have Them, Too?

Insomnia" Perhaps She's A Daytime Sleeper.

Open The Book. (the Gilt Rubs Off The Edges Of The Pages And Pollinates The Fingertips.)

All The Untidyactivity Continues, Awful But Cheerful.

Heaven Is Not Like Flying Or Swimming, But Has Something To Do With Blackness And A Strong Glare.