Sweet To Think On It, That When

I Love New Orleans Physically. I Love The Trees And The Balmy Air And The Beautiful Days. I Have A Beautiful House Here.

Sweet To Think On It, That When We Are Last Weary Of All This World There Is The Rising Sun

Ah, Come Now. I Look Like An Angel, But I'm Not. The Old Rules Of Nature Encompass Many Creatures Like Me. We're Beautiful Like The Diamond-backed Snake, Or The Striped Tiger, Yet We're Merciless Killers

I Was Obsessed With Religious Questions, The Basics: Why Are We Here? Why Is The World So Beautiful?

I Congratulate Myself On Not Having Arrived Into The World Until The Present Time. This Age Suits My Taste.