Nothing makes me sicker
is too expandy
This is a song to celebrate banks,
Because they are full of money and
you hear is clinks and clanks,
Or maybe a sound like the wind in
Which is the rustling of the thous
People live forever in Jacksonvil
But you don’t have to live forever
The entrance requirements for gram
You only have to live until your c
From that point on you start looki
Husbands are things that wives hav
And with whom they breakfast with
They interfere with the discipline
And forget anniversaries,
And when they have been particular
Who is the happy husband? Why, in
'Tis he who’s useless in the time
Who, asked to unclasp a bracelet o
Contrives to be utterly futile, fu
Or when a zipper nips his loved on
Why hast thou not the visage of a
Why displayest thou the countenanc
conscientious organizing spinster
That the minute you see her you ar
Beneath this slab
John Brown is stowed.
He watched the ads
And not the road.
Sure, deck your limbs in pants,
Yours are the limbs, my sweeting.
You look divine as you advance . .
Have you seen yourself retreating?
People expect old men to die,
They do not really mourn old men.
Old men are different. People loo
At them with eyes that wonder when
People watch with unshocked eyes;