There once was a man With a hole in his shoe Who wore flannel and wool And everything new. He had bright red mittens
I was drawn to a drawing On a tent Was a face A Blue-eyed Gypsy In a Black Shawl of Lace
Where came that shadow that wander… That light-less vision that knows… Shall I seek concealment, or duti… So its heartless deeds don’t leave… Suddenly I looked and saw it near
I was told, “Get the smallest pla… In the most expensive neighborhood… I saw the advantage in doing that And decided that was good. Then they said, “Be on level grou…
She insisted on Caramel And Peanut-butter pastries, Either by the box, or by the pound… And a Walnut, pistachio, lemon ca… With a very thick malt
If I could paint a pristine scene Using words from my mind Then I would word a whispering br… In an English garden, Willow line… And if I could build a place to d…
There is no face that wanders past a mirror And does not look from time to time, within. And although sadness
There is a segment of man That can never be free. And it clings like a shadow, It’s name, ... Vanity. For all that man covets
Fiddle A. Dee, the hopping flea Hopped right onto the dog. The dog scratched here, The dog scratched there, Then the flea hopped on a Hog.
They wanted to know If I’d tasted the Rye When they asked for the truth With a wink of an eye. “Tell us your story,
I saw a bird landing there, A whimsical thrush without a care, Upon that branch that bobs in the… With new buds sprouting, oh so nic… A whimsical Thrush without a care…
The Banshee wailed as I said to the sea “One more sunrise before I die” JE Falcon
There’s a melody that fills my sou… And it plays upon my mind, The tune is soft and always full, But words for it I do not find. A soothing song to ease my woes
We are ripples On never ending lakes Like a crystal Too finely made, that breaks. We are mortal
While gliding down that last great… Comes the shrill voice of the Fal… And the soul reaches out for a com… Called the Weave of the Dreamer’s… Not so long had the spirit fled
