There Is No Hate Such As That

You Can Trust A Few Some Of The Time, And Most None Of The Time. Feel Lucky If You Have Even One To Trust All Of The Time.

At The End Of The Rainbow Waited The Pot Of Gold. But Rainbows Were Made Of Faint And Fragile Gossamer-and Gold Weighed A Ton-and Since The World Began, Gold Was The Reason To Do Most Anything.

A Flower Blooms Best In A Happy Pot.

Unless I'm Reading An Assignment Or Doing A Paper Or Taking A Test, I'm Thinking About You.

It Is So Appropriate To Color Hope Yellow, Like The Sun We Seldom Saw. And As I Begin To Copy From The Old Memorandum Journals That I Kept For So Long, A Title Comes As If Inspired. 'open The Window And Stand In The Sunshine.' Yet, I Hesitate To Name Our Story That. For I Think Of Us More As Flowers In The Attic.