It was the year of the Beatles, it was the year of the Stones, it was 1964.
There must be 50 ways to leave your lover.
The Wisdom is old, the Koran is old, the Bible is old. Disagreements? Work 'em out.
I would not be convicted by a jury of my peers, still crazy after all these years.
And you read your emily dickinson, And I my robert frost. And we note our place with bookmarkers That measure what weve lost.
Someone told me it's all happening at the zoo.