Learning Without Wisdom Is A

From Barren Brown Stems To Glistening Leaf-buds; From The Leaf-buds To Snowy Virginity Of Bloom…it Was Like A Flute Song Forgotten In Another Existence And Remembered Again. What? How? Why? This Singing She Heard That Had Nothing To Do With Her Ears. The Rose Of The World Was Breathing Out Smell. It Followed Her Through All Her Waking Moments And Caressed Her In Her Sleep.

The Sun Had Become A Light Yellow Yolk And Was Walking With Red Legs Across The Sky.

You'se Something Tuh Make Uh Man Forgit To Git Old And Forgit Tuh Die.

But For The National Welfare, It Is Urgent To Realize That The Minorities Do Think, And Think About Something Other Than The Race Problem.

Anytime You Catch Folks Lying, They Scared Of Something!