Beyond Here Lies Nothin' But The Mountains

I Think A Poet Is Anybody Who Wouldn't Call Himself A Poet.

Black Is The Color And None Is The Number

People Disagreeing Everywhere You Look Makes You Wanna Stop And Read A Book.

In The Meantime [1965-67], [bob] Dylan Was Again Writing Some Of The Best Love Songs In The Genre, Like "visions Of Johanna," "just Like A Woman," And "sad-eyed Lady Of The Lowlands."

New York Was A City Where You Could Be Frozen To Death In The Midst Of A Busy Street And Nobody Would Notice.