Without Tv, It's Hard To Know When

Goddess Of Song, Teach Me The Story Of A Hero.

How Prone To Doubt, How Cautious Are The Wise!

Goddess-nurse Of The Young, Give Ear To My Prayer, And Grant That This Woman May Reject The Love-embraces Of Youth And Dote On Grey-haired Old Men Whose Powers Are Dulled, But Whose Hearts Still Desire.

Nothing Feebler Does Earth Nurture Than Man, Of All Things Breathing And Moving.

And Here I Am Using My Own Lungs Like A Sucker.