I've Never Written The Things I'd Like

Insomnia" Perhaps She's A Daytime Sleeper.

All The Untidyactivity Continues, Awful But Cheerful.

The Pigs Stuck Out Their Little Feet And Snored.

Topography Displays No Favorites; North's As Near As West. More Delicate Than The Historians' Are The Map-makers' Colors.

Hoping To Live Days Of Greater Happiness, I Forget That Days Of Less Happiness Are Passing By.