The Only Way Out Is To Go

I Go To School The Youth To Learn The Future.

States Strong Enough To Do Good Are But Few. Their Number Would Seem Limited To Three.

I Cut My Own Hair. I Got Sick Of Barbers Because They Talk Too Much. And Too Much Of Their Talk Was About My Hair Coming Out.

Only Where Love And Need Are One, And The Work Is Play For Mortal Stakes Is The Deed Ever Truly Done For Heaven And The Future's Sakes

Forgive Me My Nonsense, As I Also Forgive The Nonsense Of Those That Think They Talk Sense.