WALKING SPANISH

double dutch

MARTHA FINDS HER INNER COW

LOU REED 1957

GOOD MORNING

WHERE ALL THE MONEY GOES

HOW CAN YOU NOT LAUGH

WHERE THE ANDREWS SISTERS WERE FORMED

sonnet LXXIII

SONNET 73
That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou seest the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the death-bed whereon it must expire
Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by.
This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.

A DAY LATE

SPOTTED DICK

MISO HORNY

CHICKEN CATCH A TORY

EGG DROP SOUP