the waning thereof, though none could else but mumble and
grimace meekly Still the tears fell, and the fury of the window jump
the plants into the waiting jaws of the mighty and wise, Life, full
of problems, is hard As when you ponder: mow the yard? or iced tea
and a fan? How desolate and bereft of hope, the destiny of Man.
Dare I eat a peach? Yo! Yo!
he shakes the snow out of his hair