With A Sort Of Mental

In Autumn, When The Leaves Are Brown, Take Pen And Ink, And Write It Down.

Ill Try The Whole Cause, And Condemn You To Death.

One Of The Secrets Of Life Is That All That Is Really Worth The Doing Is What We Do For Others.

I'm Not Strange, Weird, Off, Nor Crazy, My Reality Is Just Different From Yours.

I Wonder If The Snow Loves The Trees And Fields, That It Kisses Them So Gently? And Then It Covers Them Up Snug, You Know, With A White Quilt; And Perhaps It Says "go To Sleep, Darlings, Till The Summer Comes Again.