When One Is Too Old For Love,

The Spirit Of The Marriage Left The Bedroom And Took To Living In The Parlor.

It Must Be Recess In (heaven) If St. Peter Is Lettin His Angels Out.

All My Skinfolk Ain't Kinfolk.

The Morning Air Was Like A New Dress. That Made Her Feel The Apron Tied Around Her Waist. She Untied It And Flung It On A Low Bush Beside The Road And Walked On, Picking Flowers And Making A Bouquet… From Now On Until Death She Was Going To Have Flower Dust And Springtime Sprinkled Over Everything.

Tell Me, And Then Again Show Me, So I Can Know.