Lawyers, I Suppose, Were Children Once.

There Was A Little Man, And He Had A Little Soul; And He Said, Little Soul, Let Us Try, Try, Try!

Presents, I Often Say, Endear Absents.

We Encourage One Another In Mediocrity.

Not Many Sounds In Life, And I Include All Urban And All Rural Sounds, Exceed In Interest A Knock At The Door.

The True Poet Dreams Being Awake.