They Did Type Me As A Horror

You Can't Really Be Strong Until You See A Funny Side To Things.

High High In The Hills , High In A Pine Tree Bed. She's Tracing The Wind With That Old Hand, Counting The Clouds With That Old Chant, Three Geese In A Flock One Flew East One Flew West One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest

Of Offering More Than What I Can Deliver, I Have A Bad Habit, It Is True. But I Have To Offer More Than I Can Deliver, To Be Able To Deliver What I Do.

He Who Marches Out Of Step Hears Another Drum

Good Writin' Ain't Necessarily Good Readin'.