As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly when they meet with an obstacle mount to the sky. So up to the house-top the coursers they flew with the sleigh full of toys and St. Nicholas too.
There is no Frigate like a book to take us lands away nor any coursers like a page of prancing Poetry.
I just don't want to live like I used to. And at some point I'm going to put a gag order on myself in terms of talking about the past. I've got to slam the door and deal with the present and the future.