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A Man Never Got A Woman Back... Not By Begging On His Knees.

Part Of The Shabbiness Of Our Culture, If Indeed It Is Shabby, Is That It Doesn't Seem To Prepare People. With All The Songs About Love And All The Movies And All The Books, There Doesn't Seem To Be Any Way That We Can Prepare The Human Heart For This Experience.

My Page Was Too White My Ink Was Too Thin The Day Wouldn't Write What The Night Pencilled In.

But I'm Stubborn As Those Garbage Bags That Time Cannot Decay, I'm Junk But I'm Still Holding Up This Little Wild Bouquet: Democracy Is Coming To The U.s.a.

Everybody Knows The Dice Are Loaded.