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.
A Little Girl Whn Askd
Her Name Wud
Rply-"I''m Mr. David''s
Daughter"
Her Mother Told Her
This Was Wrong. She
Must Say-"I''m Jenifer
David"
The Vicar Spoke 2 Her
In Sunday School &
Said-"Aren''t U Mr.
David''s Daughter ?"
Wid Her Mom Standing
Just Away, She Rplied
"I Thought I Was But
Mom Says I''m Not" ;->
