We love to play them
frivolous as mere children...

Wind
swept...

That time of year when things we
saw when we had to many come...

Written by winners
losers hire spin doctors...

Masterful artist
his landscapes will give you chills...

Sunlight
oh no overslept...

In the
old oak forest...

Is grand
so I have heard...

So you need more time
first answer me this query...

A boy child's first love
the yardstick for a young man's...

Can say so
much even without words so...

What's that awful noise
coming from under my bed...