Ridin' high when I was king / Played it hard and fast cause I had everything / Walked away, wonderin' then / But easy come and easy go and it would end

A survival tactic I learned on the psych ward was how to quickly size up potential enemies or garden-variety badasses.

Suppose Breugel had done the whole painting with no legs. Then, titled as it is, it would be mystifying, unless someone were to say: the boy has fallen in the waters and they have closed over him, calm is restored, life goes on (as in The Israelites Crossing the Red Sea).

Others support either the North or the Free State; and so where there is disunity there is dissension.