And on a day we meet to walk the line/And set the wall between us once again./ We keep the wall between us as we go./ To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
Hear the mellow wedding bells,/Golden bells!/ What a world of happiness their harmony fortells!/ Through the balmy air of night/How they ring out their delight
My name is Debbie./ Mum says I'm named after my Aunt Deborah. who was on television once./ I wish my name was Desiree/or Delilah/something romantic./ Debbie sounds OK, I guess...
Christy didn't like to spend money. She was no Scrooge, but she seldom purchased anything except the bare necessities.
The fog comes in/ on little cat feet./ It sits looking/over harbor and city/ on silent haunches/ and then moves on.