What Is It About Her That Is

It Was An Hour Before Dawn. When All The Whos Down In Whoville Were Asnooze In Their Beds Without Care. Sorry, Wrong Book. If I Get To Stay Awake Until Dawn, I Get Just A Tad Slaphappy.

What's Your Name?" Donald." Hi, Donald, Missed You At The Wienie Roast.

He'd Kill You All Right. No Sweat. But For The Wrong Reasons. Amateur's Reasons. Of Course, You'll Be Just As Dead.

Love, Whether It's Friendship Or More, Is Like A Cup. It Fills Up Drop By Drop, Until One Last Drop And The Cup Is Full. The Liquid Hangs There Almost Above The Rim, Hangs There On Surface Tension Alone And You Know That One More Drop And It Will Spill Over.

Human Lives Are Too Short To Waste In Trivialities.