When I was writing pretty poor poetry, this girl with midnight black hair told me to go on.

I never made a mistake in grammar but one in my life and as soon as I done it I seen it.

Who am I, where have I been, and where am I going?

In democracy both a deep reverence and a sense of the comic are requisite.

The marvelous rebellion of man at all signs reading "Keep Off.

I am! I have come through! I belong!

Sometime they'll give a war and nobody will come.