When you get ready to vote, make sure you know what you are doing.

Counting stars by candlelight all are dim but one is bright; the spiral light of Venus rising first and shining best, from the northwest corner of a brand-new crescent moon crickets and cicadas sing a rare and different tune.

Poised for flight, Wings spread bright, Spring from night into the Sun.

Ain't no time to hate, barely time to wait

Don't waste the breath to save your face, When you have done your best, And even more is asked of you, Let fate decide the rest.

In wickedness of pride is lost the light to understand how little grace is earned and how much given.

Well, the first days are the hardest days, don't you worry anymore. When life looks like Easy Street there is danger at your door.