When A Man Starts Out To Build

Wear It Like A Banner For The Proud? Not Like A Shroud.

The Rain Plays A Little Sleep Song On Our Roof At Night And I Love The Rain.

Politics Can Be The Graveyard Of The Poet. And Only Poetry Can Be His Resurrection.

Americans Of Good-will, The Nice Decent Church People, The Well-meaning Liberals, The Good Hearted Souls Who Themselves Wouldn't Lynch Anyone, Must Begin To Realize That They Have To Be More Than Passively Good-hearted, More Than Church Goingly Christian, And Much More Than Word-of-mouth In The Liberalism.

Well, I Like To Eat, Sleep, Drink, And Be In Love. I Like To Work, Read, Learn, And Understand Life.