You trifle with mortality shun her kisses dismiss her with another sip of liquor oh manny you are running straight to deaths conference. An appointment you should be less eager to attend.
If I were a dandelion would you be a bee?
I am not the predictable clouds Or the punctual sunrise
What is borrowed, can never be owned. I return the leaf I borrowed so I can raise my tree, write my history, and lend out my leaves