Approval Of What Is Approved

Now If The Harvest Is Over, And The World Cold, Give Me The Bonus Of Laughter, As I Lose Hold.

Lord, Reserve For Me A Crown, And Do Not Let My Shares Go Down.

I Have A Vision Of The Future, Chum. The Workers Flats In Fields Of Soya Beans Tower Up Like Silver Pencils, Score On Score.

I Ought To Warn You That My Verse Is Of No Interest To People Who Can Think.

I Don't Think I Am Any Good. If I Thought I Was Any Good, I Wouldn't Be.