But Think Of The Last Guy. For

If You Want To End War And Stuff, You Gotta Sing Loud.

I Don't Want A Pickle, Just Want To Ride On My Motorsickle

I've Been Singing This Song Now For Twenty Five Minutes. I Could Sing It For Another Twenty Five Minutes. I'm Not Proud... Or Tired.

If Readers Understand That They Do Not Understand What They Are Reading Then They Must Possess An Understanding Which Is Superior To The Meaning Which Caused That Misunderstanding.

There Are People All Over The World Who Are Willing To Exploit Others. You Can't Just Point The Finger At America