Woman Work A Great Many

Cast Your Bread Upon The Waters, And After Many Days It Will Come Back Buttered.

A Child Her Wayward Pencil Drew On Margins Of Her Book; Garlands Of Flower, Dancing Elves, Bud, Butterfly, And Brook, Lessons Undone, And Plum Forgot, Seeking With Hand And Heart The Teacher Whom She Learned To Love Before She Knew T'was Art.

Don't Laugh At The Spinsters, Dear Girls, For Often Very Tender, Tragic Romances Are Hidden Away In The Hearts That Beat So Quietly Under The Sober Gowns, And Many Silent Sacrifices Of Youth, Health, Ambition, Love Itself, Make The Faded Faces Beautiful In God's Sight. Even The Sad, Sour Sisters Should Be Kindly Dealt With, Because They Have Missed The Sweetest Part Of Life, If For No Other Reason.

…she'll Go And Fall In Love, And There's An End Of Peace And Fun, And Cozy Times Together.

The Mere Possession Of A Gun Is, In Itself, An Urge To Kill, Not Only By Design, But By Accident, By Madness, By Fright, By Bravado.