Our High Respect For A

Let's Not Be Narrow, Nasty, And Negative.

O Dark Dark Dark. They All Go Into The Dark, The Vacant Interstellar Spaces, The Vacant Into The Vacant

Cling, Swing, Spring, Sing, Swing Up Into The Apple Tree.

I Do Not Know Much About Gods; But I Think That The River Is A Strong Brown God-sullen, Untamed And Intractable.

What Is True, Is True Only For One Time And Only For One Place.