Bedtime is daytime,
and we come into bloom
after midnight.

Like seasonless fowl we migrate…
from East Coast to West Coast
and back and forth again,
for a job,
for a friend,
for a change,
for a kick.

Good night! Good night!
Far flies the light;
But still God's love
Shall shine above,
Making all bright,
Good night! Good night!

Figure it out. We beat Shelton, 3-1 and Shelton beats them, 7-1. Not only were they good, we helped them by being bad.

Most comic scriptwriters are very bad. The artists are good, but the writers are so bad.

Are artists and writers the only people entitled to lives of their own?