I Have Written Some Poetry That I

Nearly All The Best Things That Came To Me In Life Have Been Unexpected, Unplanned By Me.

Ashes To Ashes, Dust To Dust, If The Women Don't Get You Then The Whiskey Must.

I See America, Not In The Setting Sun Of A Black Night Of Despair Ahead Of Us, I See America In The Crimson Light Of A Rising Sun Fresh From The Burning, Creative Hand Of God. I See Great Days Ahead, Great Days Possible To Men And Women Of Will And Vision.

God, Let Me Remember All Good Losers.

I Took To Wearing A Black Tie Known As The Ascot, With Long Drooping Ends. I Had Seen Pictures Of Painters, Sculptors, Poets, Wearing This Style Of Tie.