The calm, Cool face of the river, Asked me for a kiss

Life is a big sea full of many fish. I let down my nets and pulled. I'm still pulling.

Hard as I try, daddy-o, I really do not like concert singers. They are always singing in some foreign language.

Beauty for some provides escape, who gain a happiness in eyeing the gorgeous buttocks of the ape or Autumn sunsets exquisitely dying.

I felt very bad in Washington. . . I didn't like my job, and I didn't know what was going to happen to me, and I was cold and half-hungry, so I wrote a great many poems.

Frosting Freedom Is just frosting On somebody else's Cake-- And so must be Till we Learn how to Bake.

Good morning, Revolution: You're the very best friend I ever had. We gonna pal around together from now on