The Words The Happy Say

It Sounded As If The Streets Were Running, And Then The Streets Stood Still.

Lest I Should Be Old-fashioned, I'll Put A Trinket On.

Surgeons Must Be Very Careful When They Take The Knife! Underneath Their Fine Incisions Stirs The Culprit-life!

The Dearest Ones Of Time, The Strongest Friends Of The Soul--books.

They Might Not Need Me; But They Might. I'll Let My Head Be Just In Sight; A Smile As Small As Mine Might Be Precisely Their Necessity.