When You Get Ready To Vote, Make

I Feel I've Got 10 Books In Me.

The Sky Was Yellow And The Sun Was Blue.

Outside Major Darkness Where The Circle Is Complete There's No Fear That Lovers Born Will Ever Fail To Meet

Everything You Cherish Throws You Over In The End Thorns Will Grab Your Ankles From The Gardens That You Tend.

But I Would Rather Be With You, Somewhere In San Francisco On A Back Porch In July, Just Looking Up To Heaven, At This Crescent In The Sky