I'd Better Be A Poet Or Lay

And The Story Of Love Is A Long Sad Tale Ending In Graves.

The Cowboy Music Twanged In The Roadhouse And Carried Across The Fields, All Sadness. It Was All Right With Me. I Kissed My Baby And We Put Out The Lights.

One Night I Realized That When You Give People Understanding And Encouragement A Funny Little Meek Childish Look Abashes Their Eyes, No Matter What They've Been Doing They Weren't Sure It Was Right - Lambies All Over The World.

Great Things Are Not Accomplished By Those Who Yield To Trends And Fads And Popular Opinion.

I Suddenly Discovered The Delight Of Rebellion.