The words came out slowly, haltingly, as if they had cost him a struggle. Nan had noticed before now that anger was too big a garment for him; it always hung on him in uneasy folds.

The common eye sees only the outside of things, and judges by that, but the seeing eye pierces through and reads the heart and the soul, finding there capacities which the outside didn't indicate or promise, and which the other kind of eye couldn't detect.

Thank goodness air and salvation are still free...and so is laughter.

I&#39;m mostly influenced by life, what&#39;s around me, and my own childhood.

Written By Jack Prelutsky

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