Three years and five months old to the day -- almost to the hour and minute. She patted my arm, then hugged it. She said, "I will take care of you". We were sitting together, outside, making Playdoh figures. A beautiful summer day made immeasurably more beautiful.
I know when she is with me For then the verses write themselves. Homer called her goddess and daughter of Zeus. Is she a goddess? Is she female? I do not know. Protagoras said that it is impossible to know the nature of the gods given the brevity of human existence and the obscurity of the subject. Is she a metaphor? I do not know. I know that when she is with me the verses write themselves.
There once was a young lady named Ansche Who a french fry on the train did munch. The policeman, who put her in cuffs, Well deserved the public's rebuffs. But is it unconstitutional, Or even very unusual, For a cop's brains to be out to lunch?