The Hand You Hold The Longest Is

My Misery Is Reaching Epidemic Proportions.

Really? And What Curse Befalls The Adams Of The World?" Ann Opens Her Mouth And, Presumably Thinking Of Nothing To Say, Closes It Again. It Is Felicity Who Answers, Eyes Steely. "they Are Weak To Temptation. And We Are Their Temptresses.

Naughty John, Naughty John, Does His Work With His Apron On. Cuts Your Throat And Takes Your Bones, Sells 'em Off For A Coupla Stones.

When The World Moves Forward Too Fast For Some People, They Try To Pull Us All Back With Their Fear.

Because It Is Morning, It Is Morning, And There Is So Much To See.