Four teenagers ride by
on their bicycles...

Asking for thinking
in the middle of the night...

Gilmore faced terminal
confinement in prison...

If they think they'll take me
anytime in the next forty-eight hours...

The freighter cruises toward
a beautiful sunset...

When I've no more hair
to wash how will I ever...

Yield the stage for `a capella;
my friends all warm my dressing room...

Crushing, brutish struggle,
head gripped harshly...

Again, good fortune for you and your bride;
from one who has been there more than once...

Mediterranean cruise has me addicted
to sitting in my armchair at the railing...

It is a rare heart that appreciates
the compromises others make...

When you fall in love
with just the words on your screen...