Make for me a place within your heart
On which I can depend. For only you
Touch the ancient wellsprings of my tears,
Home through all the wanderings of my years,
Eden that no other can renew,
Root I cannot rend through rage or art.
An old to Doc: Doc, I think I''m getting senile. Several times lately, I have forgotten to zip up.
Doc: That''s not senility. Senility is when you forget to zip down
If I was an artist,
you would be my picture!
If I was a poet,
you would be my inspiration!
If I was an author you would be my story!
But I''m only a cartoonist!
