It Was A Pretty Good Year For

O' Beautiful, For Spacious Skies But Now Those Skies Are Threatening They're Beating Plowshares Into Swords For This Tired Old Man That We Elected King.

So Much Time Weeping And Wailing And Shaking Our Fists, Creating Enemies That Really Don't Exist.

No Shame, No Solution, No Remorse, No Retribution, Just People Selling T-shirts.

It's An Inside Job To Learn About Forgiving, It's An Inside Job To Hang On To The Joy Of Living.

I Now Derive Physical And Spiritual Pleasure From Gardening And There Is Tremendous Satisfaction In Knowing That I Could Survive Almost Anywhere If I Had To.