In the daytime, I Can sense when a person loves To venture outdoors.

I love when the trees Shake wildly in the wind to The beat of my heart.

My favorite moments Happen when the moon shimmers Bright amongst the night.

Tell, why do I kiss her lips that curse me? Mock me to the very core of my poor vile being. As though I were a boil, filled with brie, A carbuncle: a thing, oozing…

And many cloud-wrought ships glide through the night Unseen along the hoary vapour trails, Made ghostly by the pale moon-mariner ........

Henry was bamboozeled because he didn't understand what was going on. Then Henry got an idea. He figured out that Monica complained to her mother.

If you can make it in Montreal...you can make it anywhere! [Some text in this chapter are in a language other than English]