You Can Start Making Up Any Kind

I Often Went To Bed Without Supper Cause I Hated My Mother's Cooking. So, To Go To Bed Without Supper Was Not A Torture To Me. If She Was Gonna Hurt Me, She'd Make Me Eat.

I Don't Know How To Write A Children's Book.

It's No Fun Being Lonely.

What Is The Point Of It All? Not Leaving Legacies. But Being Ripe. Being Ripe.

Sipping Once, Sipping Twice, Sipping Chicken Soup With Rice.