Don't Forget To Support Your Public Library.

The Answer Is Blowin' In The Wind.

I Feel Like Falling In Love With The First Woman I Meet, Putting Her In A Wheel-barrow And Wheeling Her Down The Street.

Disillusioned Words Like Bullets Bark As Human Gods Aim For Their Mark.

I Was Lingering Out On The Pavement. There Was A Missing Person Inside Of Myself And I Needed To Find Him . . . I Felt Done For, An Empty Burned-out Wreck . . . Wherever I Am, I'm A '60s Troubadour, A Folk-rock Relic, A Wordsmith From Bygone Days, A Fictitious Head Of State From A Place Nobody Knows.

We Never Thought We Could Ever Get Old.