A million faces at my feet but all I see are dark eyes.

Charity is suppose to cover up for a multitude of sins.

Come senators, congressmen, Please heed the call, Don't stand in the doorway, Don't block up the hall, For he that gets hurt, Will be he who has stalled, The battle outside ragin', Will soon shake your windows and rattle your walls, For the times they are a-changin'...

The sun's not yellow, its chicken!

A million faces at my feet but all I see are dark eyes.

Well the Lone Ranger and Tonto, they are riding down the line fixing everybody's troubles, everybody except mine.

It's not easy to define poetry.