Silence Is All The Genius

Affection Makes Your Spirit Slither Out From Its Concealing Spot.

Her Old Thoughts Were Going To Come In Handy Now, But New Words Would Have To Be Made And Said To Fit Them.

Taint No Law On Earth Dat Kin Make A Man Be Decent If It Aint In 'im.

She Starched And Ironed Her Face, Forming It Into Just What People Wanted To See.

No Hour Is Ever Eternity, But It Has Its Right To Weep.