The turtle lives 'twixt plated decks Which practically conceal its sex I think it clever of the turtle In such a fix to be so fertile.
Life is not having been told that the man has just waxed the floor.
My garden will never make me famous, I'm a horticultural ignoramus.
To love is an active verb.
He is not drunk, who from the floor, can rise and stand and shout for more
Humor is hope's companion in arms. It is not brash, it is not cheap, it is not heartless. Among other things I think humor is a shield, a weapon, a survival kit.