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Why Does A Hearse Horse Snicker, Hauling A Lawyer Away?

There Are People Who Want To Be Everywhere At Once, And They Get Nowhere

I See America, Not In The Setting Sun Of A Black Night Of Despair Ahead Of Us, I See America In The Crimson Light Of A Rising Sun Fresh From The Burning, Creative Hand Of God. I See Great Days Ahead, Great Days Possible To Men And Women Of Will And Vision.

Poetry Is A Mystic, Sensuous Mathematics Of Fire, Smoke-stacks, Waffles, Pansies, People, And Purple Sunsets.

Revolt And Terror Pay A Price. Order And Law Have A Cost.