Let The Rain Sing You A Lullaby.

I Loved My Friend He Went Away From Me There's Nothing More To Say The Poem Ends, Soft As It Began- I Loved My Friend.

Let The Rain Sing You A Lullaby.

I Stuck My Head Out The Window This Morning And Spring Kissed Me Bang In The Face.

Reach Up Your Hand... And Take A Star.

Anyday, One Can Walk Down The Street In A Big City And See A Thousand People. Any Photographer Can Photograph These People - But Very Few Photographers Can Make Their Prints Not Only Reproductions Of The People Taken, But A Comment Upon Them - Or More, A Comment Upon Their Lives - Or More Still, A Comment Upon The Social Order That Creates These Lives.