Ten years ago she split the air To seize what she could spy Tonight she bumps against a chair, Betrayed by milky eye. She seems to pant, Time up, time up! My little dog must die, And lie in dust with Hector's pup; I So, presently, must I.

A door is what a dog is perpetually on the wrong side of.

When I remember bygone days I think how evening follows morn So many I loved were not yet dead, So many I love were not yet born.

The dog is man's best friend. He has a tail on one end. Up in front he has teeth. And four legs underneath.

A cough is something that you yourself cant help, but everybody else does on purpose just to torment you.

When there are monsters there are miracles.

Maybe I couldn't be dafter, But I keep wondering if this time we settle our differences before a war instead of after.