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I Was So Much Older Then; I'm Younger Than That Now. From The Back Pages

Warlords Of Sorrow And Queens Of Tomorrow Will Offer Their Heads For A Prayer. You Can't Find No Salvation, You Have No Expectations Anytime, Anyplace, Anywhere.

I Don't Know If I Call Myself A Poet Or Not. I Would Like To, But I'm Not Really Qualified To Make That Decision, Because I Come In On Such A Back Door, That I Don't Know What A Robert Frost Or A [john] Keats Or A T.s. Eliot Would Really Think Of My Stuff.

Like The Lion Tears The Flesh Off A Man, So Can A Woman Who Passes Herself Off As A Male.

Take Me Disappearing, Through The Smoke Rings Of My Mind, Down The Foggy Ruins Of Time.