In junior high school I was an object of pure ridicule for my dress...
My friends and family especially my mom and dad are always saying I should...
We ought to be beating our chests every day. We ought to look in the mirror...
Ascetics and fakirs come to mitigate human suffering to heal us and lead us...
Oh the ignorance of us upon whom Providence did not sufficiently smile to...
When you consider all the stars I have managed mere submarines make me smile.
Mom and Dad were married 64 years. And if you wondered what their secret was you could have asked the local florist - because every day Dad gave Mom a rose which he put on her bedside table. That's how she found out what happened on the day my father died - she went looking for him because that morning there was no rose.