I Did Know Once, Only I've Sort

The Hardest Part Is What To Leave Behind, ... It's Time To Let Go!

It Was A Drowsy Summer Afternoon, And The Forest Was Full Of Gentle Sounds, Which All Seemed To Be Saying To Pooh, 'don't Listen To Rabbit, Listen To Me.' So He Got In A Comfortable Position For Not Listening To Rabbit.

When You Wake Up In The Morning, Pooh," Said Piglet At Last, "what's The First Thing You Say To Yourself?" "what's For Breakfast?" Said Pooh. "what Do You Say, Piglet?" "i Say, I Wonder What's Going To Happen Exciting Today?" Said Piglet. Pooh Nodded Thoughtfully. "it's The Same Thing," He Said.

Chess Has This In Common With Making Poetry; That The Desire For It Comes Upon The Amateur In Gusts.

A Little Consideration, A Little Thought For Others, Makes All The Difference.