Pleasures Are Like Poppies Spread:

Once Upon A Lammas Night When Corn Rigs Are Bonny, Beneath The Moon's Unclouded Light, I Held Awhile To Annie... The Time Went By With Careless Heed Between The Late And Early, With Small Persuasion She Agreed To See Me Through The Barley... Corn Rigs And Barley Rigs, Corn Rigs Are Bonny! I'll Not Forget That Happy Night Among The Rigs With Annie!

But To See Her Was To Love Her, Love But Her, And Love Forever.

Suspicion Is A Heavy Armor And With Its Weight It Impedes More Than It Protects.

But Facts Are Chiels That Winna Ding, An' Downa Be Disputed.

An Atheist's Laugh 's A Poor Exchange For Deity Offended!