The moon watches over us
Like a Mother of the Night...

When i was seventeen my boyfriend had
A Harley Davidson. That summer i loved...

I'll tell you why I'm tardy and I hope my excuse...
I stopped to view upon a leaf a spider and some...

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies
I'm not cute or built to suit a model's fashion...

Pigs are playful. Pigs are pink.
Pigs are smarter than you think...

In the waning heat
at the end...

I like to ride on my bike every day
Where the limbs of trees...

Nature, it's true,
Is full of surprises...

I like to watch the falling snow.
It puts on such a lovely show...

Covered in creamy
birthday-cake frosting...

The firefly is quite a sight
Upon the summer wind...

If the sky above seems cloudy,
And your are left out in the rain...