They Say Eyes Clear With Age.

I Have Wished You Something None Of The Others Would.

What Are Days For? Days Are Where We Live. They Come, They Wake Us Time And Time Over. Theyare To Be Happy In: Where Can We Live But Days?

Deprivation Is For Me What Daffodils Were For Wordsworth.

On Me Your Voice Falls As They Say Love Should, Like An Enormous Yes.

Life Has A Practice Of Living You, If You Don't Live It.