Life For Me Ain't Been No Crystal

Let The Rain Kiss You. Let The Rain Beat Upon Your Head With Silver Liquid Drops. Let The Rain Sing You A Lullaby.

Humor Is Laughing At What You Haven't Got When You Ought To Have It ... What You Wish In Your Secret Heart Were Not Funny, But It Is, And You Must Laugh. Humor Is Your Own Unconscious Therapy. Like A Welcome Summer Rain, Humor May Suddenly Cleanse And Cool The Earth, The Air, And You.

Politics In Any Country In The World Is Dangerous. For The Poet, Politics In Any Country Had Better Be Disguised As Poetry. Politics Can Be The Graveyard Of The Poet. And Only Poetry Can Be His Resurrection.

7 X 7 + Love = An Amount Infinitely Above: 7 X 7 - Love.

Gather Up In The Arms Of Your Love—those Who Expect No Love From Above.