In Democracy Both A Deep Reverence And

Sometime They'll Give A War And Nobody Will Come.

Poetry Is The Silence And Speech Between A Wet Struggling Root Of A Flower And A Sunlit Blossom Of That Flower.

Hog Butcher For The World, Tool Maker, Stacker Of Wheat, Player With Railroads And The Nation's Freight Handler; Stormy, Husky, Brawling, City Of Big Shoulders.

The Dead Hold In Their Hands Only What They Have Given Away.

Beware Of Advice-even This.