Seine And Piave Are Silver Spoons, But

Life Is Not Lost By Dying! Life Is Lost, Minute By Minute, Day By Dragging Day, In All The Thousand, Small, Uncaring Ways...

Even In Hell, If A Man Was A Man, You'd Know It.

I Tried To Think Of My Knowledge, But It Was A Squirrel's Heap Of Winter Nuts. There Was No Strength In My Knowledge Any More And I Felt Small And Naked As A New-hatched Bird.

I Do Think That The Kind Of Writing That I Do Will Always Be Around And Printed In Books, Magazines, And Now Blogs.

Oh, Georgia Booze Is Mighty Fine Booze, The Best Yuh Ever Poured Yuh, But It Eats The Soles Right Offen Yore Shoes, For Hell's Broke Loose In Georgia.