Maybe I Want A Black

Or Perhaps This Hostility Of Yours Is The Pretense. Love Does Make Liars Out Of Your Kind.

One For Sorrow, Two For Mirth, Three For A Wedding, Four For A Birth, Five For Silver, Six For Gold, Seven For A Secret That's Never Been Told. ~ Simon

I Do Not Mean To Seem Indelicate Or Ungrateful," Said Linette Owens, "but Are You A Dangerous Lunatic?

Pain Is Only What You Allow It To Be

I Take Your Hand, Brother, So That You May Go In Peace.