They Lived And Laughed And Loved And

Tenors Get Women By The Score.

Good Puzzle Would Be Cross Dublin Without Passing A Pub.

For The Years, He Felt, Had Not Quenched His Soul, Or Hers.

I Hear The Ruin Of All Space, Shattered Glass And Toppled Masonry, And Time One Livid Final Flame.

A Corpse Is Meat Gone Bad. Well And What's Cheese? Corpse Of Milk.