Now another day is breaking,
Sleep was sweet and so is waking.
Dear Lord, I promised you last ni
Never again to sulk or fight.
Such vows are easier to keep

I find it very difficult to enthus
Over the current news.
Just when you think that at least
And that is why I do not like the

Children aren’t happy with nothing
And that’s what parents were creat

Being a father
Is quite a bother.
You are as free as air
With time to spare,
You’re a fiscal rocket

When I remember bygone days
I think how evening follows morn;
So many I loved were not yet dead
So many I love were not yet born.

Adam
Had’em

One would be in less danger
From the wiles of a stranger
If one’s own kin and kith
Were more fun to be with.

I know lots of men who are in love
And to fall out with their loved o
They are conciliatory at every opp
Because all they want is serenity
Yes, many the swain who has finall

One thing that literature would be
Would be a more restricted employm
metaphor.
Authors of all races, be they Gre
Can’t seem just to say that anythi

My friends all know that I am shy
But the chipmunk is twice and shy
He moves with flickering indecisio
Like stripes across the television
He’s like the shadow of a cloud,