I Had Lost Something In My Youth

Oh, Georgia Booze Is Mighty Fine Booze, The Best Yuh Ever Poured Yuh, But It Eats The Soles Right Offen Yore Shoes, For Hell's Broke Loose In Georgia.

Life Is Not Lost By Dying! Life Is Lost, Minute By Minute, Day By Dragging Day, In All The Thousand, Small, Uncaring Ways...

I Am Tired Of Loving A Foreign Muse.

The Other Week I Wrote A Piece On A Photograph I Got At A Flea Market, And I Got About 70 Hits. I Think A Lot Of People Must Be Interested In Flea Markets.

I Have Fallen In Love With American Names, The Sharp Names That Never Get Fat, The Snakeskin-titles Of Mining-claims, The Plumed War-bonnet Of Medicine Hat, Tucson And Deadwood And Lost Mule Flat.