Seek Happy Nights To Happy

By Being Seldom Seen, I Could Not Stir But Like A Comet I Was Wondered At.

She's Gone. I Am Abused, And My Relief Must Be To Loathe Her.

Honest Plain Words Best Pierce The Ear Of Grief.

I Would Challenge You To A Battle Of Wits, But I See You Are Unarmed!

They Say Miracles Are Past.