I Hate The Idea That You Ought

The Reason Why Worry Kills More People Than Work Is That More People Worry Than Work.

Fireflies In The Garden By Robert Frost 1874–1963 Here Come Real Stars To Fill The Upper Skies, And Here On Earth Come Emulating Flies, That Though They Never Equal Stars In Size, (and They Were Never Really Stars At Heart) Achieve At Times A Very Star-like Start. Only, Of Course, They Can't Sustain The Part.

I Shall Set Forth For Somewhere, I Shall Make The Reckless Choice Some Say When They Are In Voice And Tossing So As To Scare The White Clouds Over Them On, I Shall Have Less To Say, But I Shall Be None.

I Hope To Leave Behind A Few Poems It Will Be Hard To Get Rid Of.

You Can Be A Little Ungrammatical If You Come From The Right Part Of The Country.