I Fail To See What Fun, What

Let Him That Is Without Stone Among You Cast The First Thing He Can Lay His Hands On.

I'd Like To Get Away From Earth Awhile / And Then Come Back To It And Begin Over.

Everyone Asks For Freedom For Himself, The Man Free Love, The Businessman Free Trade, The Writer And Talker Free Speech And Free Press.

If The Writer Does Not Cry, The Reader Does Not Cry.

But Strictly Held By None, Is Loosely Bound By Countless Silken Ties Of Love And Thought To Everything On Earth The Compass Round, And Only By One's Going Slightly Taut In The Capriciousness Of Summer Air Is Of The Slightest Bondage Made Aware.