If I could sing - my heart,
Then, never would be sung.
If I knew my heart,
It never would be shown.
There was a family of orphaned bunnies that lived in North Carolina,
And rains from Tropical Storm Ernesto flooded their burrow.
They had just gotten a new computer, and a DSL line. A
Torrent of rain caused - is this possible? - bunny brows to furrow.
Who rules the master,
Who serves the slave?
Who tries to linger?
Who tries to leave?
I wished upon the Moon, last night.
One never knows what She may do:
Deserts, and gardens of delight,
She rules. We lunatics pursue
When the game was nearly over,
Sophia threw in the hand;
The old man laughed, incontinently:
Such a dirty, dirty man.
Somewhere, far beyond the sky,
Fledglings by the millions fly -
Testing wings and tasting winds,
Preparing for the foreign lands.
Although I do not love you any more,
I wish that I had news of you:
Whether you are happy, sad
Or in confinement.
No matter what the dreams may say,
Mortal dreams must pass away,
Lost in sand and lost in snow,
Where all mortal dreams must go.
The man who cried against the wind
flew up through hurricanes of doubt
one season when the winter's rule
ran sternly; his arms were bright,