Tag: glass

I got up with the feeling that the world was a hospitable place
At all events, they are quite different substances
After dinner there would be reading, then talking, to be sure
She would have to decide which way she was headed before she ran past that door
Well, I’ve been having a great time here
There was so much I didn’t understand
Tomorrow seems as good a day as any
Does anybody tell the truth around here?
I have vague memories, like impressions on glass plates
It’s yours to take, re-arrange and re-use
Many’s the man lost much just because he missed a perfect opportunity to say nothing
Spent nearly twenty-four hours here, alone
It was a sincere request for information
Like the pulse of a perfect heart, life struck straight through the streets
My, my. You’re turning down a beer?
He remembered what being alone was like
In no time laughter was rocking them both
The grand wazir glares at each one in turn
The world outdoes them every time
Around us was a modest crowd