7 X 7 + Love = An

Sometimes A Crumb Falls From The Tables Of Joy, Sometimes A Bone Is Flung. To Some People Love Is Given, To Others Only Heaven.

We Build Our Temples For Tomorrow, Strong As We Know How, And We Stand On Top Of The Mountain, Free Within Ourselves.

Life Is For The Living. Death Is For The Dead. Let Life Be Like Music. And Death A Note Unsaid.

When Peoples Care For You And Cry For You, They Can Straighten Out Your Soul.

Melting Pot Harlem-harlem Of Honey And Chocolate And Caramel And Rum And Vinegar And Lemon And Lime And Gall. Dusky Dream Harlem Rumbling Into A Nightmare Tunnel Where The Subway From The Bronx Keeps Right On Downtown.