You May Not Get What You Paid

When I Write, I Tend To Twist My Hair. Something For My Small Mind To Do, I Guess.

Don't Hesitate To Learn The Most Painful Aspects Of Our History, Understand It.

If I'm The People's Poet, Then I Ought To Be In People's Hands - And, I Hope, In Their Heart.

All Riddles Are Blues, / And All Blues Are Sad, / And I'm Only Mentioning / Some Blues I've Had.

I Have Heard It Said That Winter, Too, Will Pass, That Spring Is A Sign That Summer Is Due At Last. See, All We Have To Do Is Hang On.