What Else Have I Done Nearly All

Arithmetic Is Where Numbers Fly Like Pigeons In And Out Of Your Head.

Whenever A People Or An Institution Forget Its Hard Beginnings, It Is Beginning To Decay.

What Else Have I Done Nearly All My Life Than Go Hungry And Go On Singing?

The Machine Yes The Machine Never Wastes Anybody's Time Never Watches The Foreman Never Talks Back.

Under The Summer Roses When The Flagrant Crimson Lurks In The Dusk Of The Wild Red Leaves, Love, With Little Hands, Comes And Touches You With A Thousand Memories, And Asks You Beautiful, Unanswerable Questions.