It Takes Three To Make A Child.

Spring Slattern Of Seasons You Have Soggy Legs And A Muddy Petticoat Drowsy Is Your Hair Your Eyes Are Sticky With Dream And You Have A Sloppy Body From Being Brought To Bed Of Crocuses When You Sing In Your Whisky Voice The Grass Rises On The Head Of The Earth And All The Trees Are Put On Edge Spring Of The Excellent Jostle Of Thy Hips And The Superior

And It's You Are Whatever A Moon Has Always Meant And Whatever A Sun Will Always Sing Is You

When God Decided To Invent Everything He Took One Reath Bigger Than A Circustent And Everything Began

The Hardest Challenge Is To Be Yourself In A World Where Everyone Is Trying To Make You Be Somebody Else.

His Lips Drink Water But His Heart Drinks Wine