I Swear To The Lord,

Frosting Freedom Is Just Frosting On Somebody Else's Cake-- And So Must Be Till We Learn How To Bake.

It's Such A Bore Being Always Poor.

Both Of Them Were Very Good And Kind - The One Who Went To Church And The One Who Didn't. And No Doubt From Them I Learned To Like Both Christians And Sinners Equally Well.

You And I By Henry Alford My Hand Is Lonely For Your Clasping, Dear; My Ear Is Tired Waiting For Your Call. I Want Your Strength To Help, Your Laugh To Cheer; Heart, Soul And Senses Need You, One And All. I Droop Without Your Full, Frank Sympathy; We Ought To Be Together—you And I; We Want Each Other So, To Comprehend The Dream, The Hope, Things Planned, Or Seen, Or Wrought. Companion, Comforter And Guide And Friend, As Much As Love Asks Love, Does Thought Ask Thought. Life Is So Short, So Fast The Lone Hours Fly, We Ought To Be Together, You And I.

Life Is A Big Sea Full Of Many Fish. I Let Down My Nets And Pulled. I'm Still Pulling.