Quick to act
Quick to judge
Reflexes jump
At every start
Lust is first
Love is last
Knowing is low
Parting is fast
Come hither
Go yonder
High today
Low in May
Go in faith
Quick to trust
Shove common sense
Bliss at last
Fatal smile
High morale
Run a mile
Drown in mire
Grab a love
Chug a lug
Chop a heart
Blow apart
Cry your eyes
Shave your horn
Sow your love
Reap your scorn
Settled down
Why the frown
Go away
And paint the town
4/17/1995
