The rhythm of life is a jazz rhythm

The only way to get a thing done is to start to do it, then keep on doing it, and finally you'll finish it.

I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn't, So I jumped in and sank.

I loved my friend He went away from me There's nothing more to say The poem ends, Soft as it began- I loved my friend.

Gather up In the arms of your love—Those who expect No love from above.

LIBERTY! FREEDOM! DEMOCRACY! True anyhow no matter how many Liars use those words.

The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night And I love the rain.