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I've Been Going A Long Time Now Along The Way I've Learned Some Things. You Have To Make The Good Times Yourself Take The Little Times And Make Them Into Big Times And Save The Times That Are All Right For The Ones That Aren't So Good.

I Cannot Speculate On What Our Cluttered Mind Will Save- Sleepy Sundays, Or A Nosebleed After Love. I Know Only The Dying Heart Needs The Nourishment Of Memory To Live Beyond Too Many Winters.

No Map To Help Us Find The Tranquil Flat Lands, Clearings Calm, Fields Without Mean Fences. Rolling Down The Other Side Of Life Our Compass Is The Sureness Of Ourselves. Time May Make Us Rugged, Ragged Round The Edges, But Know And Understand That Love Is Still The Safest Place To Land.

Poetry Is Fact Given Over To Imagery.

I Am Not A Joiner. Somewhere I Once Said That People Join Clubs Now For The Very Reason They Once Carried Them, A Need For Security. Maybe I'm Alone More Often Than I Should Be, Because I Try To Find Security Within Myself.