Willow trees are kind, Dear God. They will not bear a body on their limbs.
Picturesqueness is a lost art. We may expect at anytime to hear that a collar ad is blazing its electric lights atop of the largest pyramid.
The rainbow is elusive, and its colors but the illumination of tears.
I am profoundly in the D's - discouraged, depressed, disheartened, disgusted.
Blue. My God! I'm so blue that if I were a dog, I'd sit on my haunches and howl and howl and howl...
Didacticism is the death of art.