Frost Is The Greatest Artist

The Autumn Is Old; The Sere Leaves Are Flying; He Hath Gather'd Up Gold, And Now He Is Dying;- Old Age, Begin Sighing!

The Biggest Bore Of All Is He Who Is Overflowing With Congratulations

Extremes Meet', As The Whiting Said With Its Tail In Its Mouth.

Lives Of Great Men Oft Remind Us As We O'er Their Pages Turn, That We Too May Leave Behind Us - Letters That We Ought To Burn.

The Lily Is All In White, Like A Saint, And So Is No Mate For Me.