Until Eve Arrived, This Was A Man's

In Larger Things We Are Convivial; What Causes Trouble Is The Trivial.

Retired Is Being Tired Twice, I've Thought, First Tired Of Working, Then Tired Of Not.

My Day-old Son Is Plenty Scrawny, His Mouth Is Wide With Screams, Or Yawny; His Ears Seem Larger Than He's Needing, His Nose Is Flat, His Chin's Receding. His Skin Is Very, Very Red, He Has No Hair Upon His Head, And Yet I'm Proud As Proud Can Be, To Hear You Say He Looks Like Me.

A Rumor Is One Thing That Gets Thicker Instead Of Thinner As It Is Spread.

Adolescence Isn't A Period; It's A Coma.