There Is No Fair In Life And

My Father Moved Through Theys Of We, Singing Each New Leaf Out Of Each Tree, (and Every Child Was Sure That Spring Danced When She Heard My Father Sing).

For Many Of Us, The Curtain Had Just Come Down On Childhood.

Accept Who You Are; And Revel In It.

And I Suppose Tapes Are A Desperate Attempt To Steal Something From Death's Suitcase.

Tears Are Okay [morrie Schwartz]