I'm Not Confused. I'm Just Well Mixed.

The Snake Stood Up For Evil In The Garden.

What Makes A Nation In The Beginning Is A Good Piece Of Geography.

There Would Be More Than Ocean-water Broken Before God's Last Put Out The Light Was Spoken.

A Bird Half Wakened In The Lunar Noon Sang Halfway Through Its Little Inborn Tune.

Now Close The Windows And Hush All The Fields: If The Trees Must, Let Them Silently Toss.