Mama, Put My Guns In The Ground,

In The Valley Of The Giants Where The Stars And Stripes Explode, The Peaches They Were Sweet And The Milk And Honey Flowed.

Come Mothers And Fathers Throughout The Land And Don't Criticize What You Can't Understand Your Sons And Your Daughters Are Beyond Your Command Your Old Road Is Rapidly Agin' Please Get Out Of The New One If You Can't Lend Your Hand For The Times They Are A-changin'.

I Don't Know If I Call Myself A Poet Or Not. I Would Like To, But I'm Not Really Qualified To Make That Decision, Because I Come In On Such A Back Door, That I Don't Know What A Robert Frost Or A [john] Keats Or A T.s. Eliot Would Really Think Of My Stuff.

You'll Find Out When You Reach The Top, You're On The Bottom.

It Was Better To Be In Chains With Friends Than In A Garden With Strangers. [an Ancient Persian Proverb.] So True, Huh?