But I Was Not Made For The

It's A Rare Thing Not To Have Been Bonny-- Once.

They Never Lynch Children, Babies, No Matter What They Do They Are Whitewashed In Advance.

Nothing Happens. Nobody Comes, Nobody Goes. It's Awful.

Just Under The Surface I Shall Be, All Together At First, Then Separate And Drift, Through All The Earth And Perhaps In The End Through A Cliff Into The Sea, Something Of Me. A Ton Of Worms In An Acre, That Is A Wonderful Thought, A Ton Of Worms, I Believe It.

Habit Is A Compromise Effected Between An Individual And His Environment.