What Happens To A Dream Deferred? Does

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

A Picture, To Be An Interesting Picture, Must Be More Than A Picture, Otherwise It Is Only A Reproduction Of An Object, And Not An Object Of Value In Itself.

The Rain Plays A Little Sleep Song On Our Roof At Night And I Love The Rain.

I Got The Weary Blues And I Can't Be Satisfied.

Oh, God Of Dust And Rainbows, Help Us To See That Without The Dust The Rainbow Would Not Be.