The Mass Of Men Live Lives Of

The Mass Of Men Live Lives Of Quiet Exasperation.

The Trouble With Gardening Is That Is Does Not Remain An Avocation. It Becomes An Obsession.

Aunts Are Discreet, A Little Shy / By Instinct. They Forbear To Pry.

These Are My Daughters, I Suppose. But Where In The World Did The Children Vanish?

Meek-eyed Parents Hasten Down The Ramps To Greet Their Offspring, Terrible From Camps.