Let The Rain Sing You A Lullaby.

I Stuck My Head Out The Window This Morning And Spring Kissed Me Bang In The Face.

Hold Fast To Dreams, For If Dreams Die, Life Is A Broken-winged Bird That Cannot Fly.

Politics Can Be The Graveyard Of The Poet. And Only Poetry Can Be His Resurrection.

Everything There Is But Lovin' Leaves A Rust On Your Old Soul

Let The Rain Kiss You. Let The Rain Beat Upon Your Head With Silver Liquid Drops. Let The Rain Sing You A Lullaby. The Rain Makes Still Pools On The Sidewalk. The Rain Makes Running Pools In The Gutter. The Rain Plays A Little Sellp-song On Our Roof At Night- And I Love The Rain.