I Turned To Speak To God About

A Champion Of The Workingman Has Never Been Known To Die Of Overwork.

Let Cloud Shapes Swarm, / Let Chaos Storm, / I Wait For Form.

It's A Funny Thing That When A Man Hasn't Anything On Earth To Worry About, He Goes Off And Gets Married.

But I Have Promises To Keep, And Miles To Go Before I Sleep, And Miles To Go Before I Sleep.

Fortunately, We Don't Need To Know How Bad An Age Is. There Is Something We Can Always Be Doing Without Reference To How Good Or Bad The Age Is.