Medicine Is Magical And Magical Is Art,

The Only Time That Love Is An Easy Game Is When Two Other People Are Playing It.

Was A Sunny Day, Not A Cloud In The Sky. Not A Negative Word Was Heard.

The Thought That Life Could Be Better Is Woven Indelibly Into Our Hearts And Our Brains.

The Words Of The Prophets Are Written On The Subway Walls And Tenements Halls And Whispered In The Sounds Of Silence.

I'm Laying Out My Winter Clothes And Wishing I Was Gone, Going Home, Where The New York City Winters Aren't Bleedin' Me.