Her legs went on forever, like staring at infinity through a wisp of cotton panty along a skin of satin sea.
To tell the truth, I'd scare me too.
Songs from the wood make you feel much better.
I'll pour a cup to you my darling, raise it up, say Cheerio.
My words are a whisper, your deafness a shout.
Who would be a poor man, a beggar man, a thief, if he held a rich man in his hand?