The Rhythm Of Life Is A Jazz

Your Explanation Depresses Me," I Said. "your Nonsense Depresses Me," Said Simple.

While Over Alabama Earth These Words Are Gently Spoken: Serve And Hate Will Die Unborn. Love And Chains Are Broken.

Gather Out Of Star-dust, Earth-dust, Cloud-dust, Storm-dust, And Splinters Of Hail, One Handful Of Dream-dust, Not For Sale.

Keep Your Hand On The Plow. Hold On.

I Have Discovered In Life That There Are Ways Of Getting Almost Anywhere You Want To Go, If You Really Want To Go.