Your Head Is A Living

At Least The Pilgrim Fathers Used To Shoot Indians: The Pilgrim Children Merely Punch Time Clocks.

I Imagine That Yes Is The Only Living Thing.

Worms Are The Words But Joy's The Voice

Now The Ears Of My Ears Awake And Now The Eyes Of My Eyes Are Opened.

Women And Men(both Little And Small) Cared For Anyone Not At All They Sowed Their Isn’t They Reaped Their Same Sun Moon Stars Rain