Now Close The Windows And

The Vermont Mountains Stretch Extended Straight; New Hampshire Mountains Curl Up In A Coil.

The Chance Is The Remotest, Of Its Going Much Longer Unnoticed, That I'm Not Keeping Pace With The Headlong Human Race

I Only Hope That When I Am Free, As They Are Free To Go In Quest, Of The Knowledge Beyond The Bounds Of Life, It May Not Seem Better To Me To Rest.

I Cut My Own Hair. I Got Sick Of Barbers Because They Talk Too Much. And Too Much Of Their Talk Was About My Hair Coming Out.

He Burned His House Down For The Fire Insurance And Spent The Proceeds On A Telescope.