You Know The Rules. No

They Used To Be Buddies, I Thought, They Used To Be Friends, And Now They Hate Each Other Because One Has To Work For A Living And The Other Comes From The West Side. They Shouldn't Hate Each Other.

I've Been Thinking About It, And That Poem, That Guy That Wrote It, He Meant You're Gold When You're A Kid, Like Green. When You're A Kid Everything's New, Dawn. It's Just When You Get Used To Everything That It's Day. Like The Way You Dig Sunsets, Pony. That's Gold. Keep That Way, It's A Good Way To Be.

What's The Safest Thing To Be When One Is Met By A Gang Of Social Outcasts In An Alley? ...no, Another Social Outcast!

Johnny Almost Grinned As He Nodded. "tuff Enough," He Managed, And By The Way His Eyes Were Glowing, I Figured Southern Gentlemen Had Nothing On Johnny Cade.

Sometimes, I Feel Like I Spent The First Part Of My Life Wishing To Be A Teen-age Boy, And The Second Part Condemned To Being One.