Who Am I, Where Have I Been,

The Squeaky Wheel Gets The Grease But The Quacking Duck Gets Shot.

I Never Made A Mistake In Grammar But One In My Life And As Soon As I Done It I Seen It.

Poetry Is A Dance Music Measuring Buck-and-wing Follies Along With The Gravest And Stateliest Dead-marches.

In The Night The Cabbages Catch At The Moon, The Leaves Drip Silver, The Rows Of Cabbages Are A Series Of Little Silver Waterfalls In The Moon.

I Learned You Can't Trust The Judgment Of Good Friends.