They Call Her My Singer—because

I'd Forgotten How Exuberant You Are

The Shadows Didn't Seem As Dark As Usual. Not With My Personal Sun Along.

Sometimes, Fact Mixed With Fiction So Thoroughly That, Though No Lies Were Told, It Was Hard To Remember What Was Strictly True.

Try Not To Trip. We Don’t Have Time For A Concussion Today.

I Don't Have Any Leeches On My Speed Dial." — Jacob Black