The Rifleman's Stalking The Sick And The

It Frightens Me, The Awful Truth, Of How Sweet Life Can Be.

Everybody Has Their Own Idea Of What's A Poet. Robert Frost, President Johnson, T.s.eliot, Rudolf Valentino - They're All Poets. I Like To Think Of Myself As The One Who Carries The Light Bulb.

God Bless Them Pretty Women, I Wish They Was Mine, Their Breath Is As Sweet, The Dew On The Vine.

Just In Time For Bob Dylan To Recoil From The Attention, Leave The City For Woodstock, And Turn His Back On Fame.

The Executioner's Face Is Always Well Hidden.