Well, My Paper Has Asked Me To

I Only Want To Write. And There's No College For That Except Life.

Even A Broken Heart Doesn't Warrant A Waste Of Good Paper.

I Know All About The Facts Of Life, And I Don't Think Much Of Them.

The Tea Was A Comfort - And By That Time I More Than Needed Comfort.

I Wanted To Know More About The Young ... Strange That Though They Laughed So Loud, They So Seldom Smiled. Perhaps Laughter Was Involuntary Whereas Smiling Was Part Of An Attitude To Life.