I Sent My Flowers Across

To Fulfill A Dream, To Be Allowed To Sweat Over Lonely Labor, To Be Given A Chance To Create, Is The Meat And Potatoes Of Life. The Money Is The Gravy.

I Sent My Flowers Across The Hall To Mrs Nixon But Her Husband Remembered What A Democrat I Am And Sent Them Back.

I Didn't Forget Your Breakfast. I Didn't Bring Your Breakfast. Because You Didn't Eat Your Din-din.

One Begins To Realize That One Is Getting Old When The Birthday Candles Weigh More Than The Cake.

I Have Been At War From The Beginning. I've Never Looked Back Before. I've Never Had The Time And It Has Always Seemed So Dangerous. To Look Back Is To Relax One's Vigil.