It Was Kind Of A Prodding Myself

I Love Bob Dylan, I Really Do. I Love His Early Work, I Love The First Time He Plugged In Electrically, I Love His Christian Albums, I Love His Other Albums.

Beneath The Stains Of Time The Feeling Disappears, You Are Someone Else I Am Still Right Here.

He Went Up To Heaven, Located His Dog. Not Only That, But He Rejoined His Arm.

I Wear The Black For Those Who Never Read.

I Like To Sit On The Front Porch Of An Old Cabin I Built In The Woods And Just Listen To The Birds; I Like To Fish In The Pond And I Always Throw The Fish Back.