WELL SIR, IT’S LIKE THIS….

Life’s a jigsaw puzzle but we can’t see the picture until the end.

Won’t the forced babies burn to a crisp well before they’re twenty?  How is that time enough to cure cancer?

In my dream journal, should I record the date I go to sleep or the date I wake up?

Is there a way to tell the difference between a photograph of a sunrise and a sunset?

Promises are too easy to make and too hard to keep.  Handy mermory gets in my way.

It’s easy to believe in Jack Frost because I see him once a year.  Sandman too, the next morning.  But…

So glad I’m not bald ’cause I’ve got bumps on my head.

I hope there’s reincarnation ’cause there’re some folks I need to tell off!

Most are hellbent on tearing down walls.  I need more cement in mine.

The other side of my flapjack says I should be feeding the hungry.

Quick, how does the placebo effect work. Can it help you to walk on water?

Am I outside looking in or inside looking out?

Isn’t it a pity we outgrew miracles!