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All My Life I Have Been Trying To Learn, To Read, To See And Hear, And To Write. At Sixty-five I Began My First Novel And After The Five Years, Lacking A Month, I Took To Finish It, I Was Still Traveling, Still A Seeker.

Tell Me If The Lovers Are Losers... Tell Me If Any Get More Than The Lovers.

The Drum In A Dream Pounds Loud To The Dreamer.

Tell No Man Anything, For No Man Listens Yet Hold Thy Lips Ready To Speak.

Yesterday And Tomorrow Cross And Mix On The Skyline. The Two Are Lost In A Purple Haze. One Forgets, One Waits.