Treat A Man Like Dirt-he Produces Flowers.

Spring Slattern Of Seasons You Have Soggy Legs And A Muddy Petticoat Drowsy Is Your Hair Your Eyes Are Sticky With Dream And You Have A Sloppy Body From Being Brought To Bed Of Crocuses When You Sing In Your Whisky Voice The Grass Rises On The Head Of The Earth And All The Trees Are Put On Edge Spring Of The Excellent Jostle Of Thy Hips And The Superior

I'd Rather Learn From One Bird How To Sing Than To Teach Ten Thousand Stars How Not To Dance.

Listen; There's A Hell Of A Good Universe Next Door: Let's Go.

The Courage To Receive Time's Mightiest Dream.

Writingis An Art; And Artistsare Human Beings. As A Human Being Stands, So A Human Being Is