And The Hippos Were Boiled In Their

You'd Be Surprised How Little I Knew Even Up To Yesterday

Aw I Don't Wanta Go To No Such Thing, I Just Wanta Drink In Alleys.'... But You'll Miss All That, Just For Some Old Wine.' There's Wisdom In Wine, Goddam It!' I Yelled. 'have A Shot!

Whither Goest Thou, America, In Thy Shiny Car In The Night?

February Dawn -- Frost On The Path Where I Paced All Winter.

The Tree Looks Like A Dog, Barking At Heaven.