I Think If The Church

I Hear A Little Firecracker Go Off When You Come Up With A Good Rhyme.

I Loved Feeling Special. I Hated Feeling Special.

Age Doesn't Always Bring Wisdom. Sometimes Age Comes Alone.

Your Car, Comfort Though It Be, This Little Den And Dining Room On Wheels, Is A Prison That Deadens Your Senses, And To Feel Wholly Alive You Must Go For A Walk.

To Norwegians, The Polka Is A Form Of Martial Art.