A Sociable Smile Is Nothing But A

Nothing Behind Me, Everything Ahead Of Me, As Is Ever So On The Road.

Here I Was At The End Of America...no More Land...and Nowhere Was Nowhere To Go But Back

A Fool Forgetting All The Ideals And Joys I Knew Before, In My Recent Years Of Drinking And Disappointment, What Does He Care If He Hasn't Got Any Money: He Doesn't Need Any Money, All He Needs Is His Rucksack With Those Little Plastic Bags Of Dried Food And A Good Pair Of Shoes And Off He Goes And Enjoys The Privileges Of A Millionaire In Surroundings Like This.

I'm Going To Marry My Novels And Have Little Short Stories For Children.

It Is Possible For The Human Spirit To Win After All.