Sweat, Sweat, Sweat! Work And Sweat, Cry

I Have A Strong Suspicion . That Much That Passes For Constant Love Is A Golded- Up Moment Walking In Its Sleep.

The Present Was An Egg Laid By The Past That Had The Future Inside Its Shell.

Like The Dead-seeming, Cold Rocks, I Have Memories Within That Came Out Of The Material That Went To Make Me. Time And Place Have Had Their Say.

I Will Fight For My Country, But I Will Not Lie For Her.

I Note That The Africa Loves To Depict The Grace Of Reptiles.