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I'm An Old Man Now, And A Lonesome Man In Kansas / But Not Afraid / To Speak My Lonesomeness In A Car, / Because Not Only My Lonesomeness / It's Ours, All Over America, / O Tender Fellows --/ & Spoken Lonesomeness Is Prophecy / In The Moon 100 Years Ago Or In / The Middle Of Kansas Now.

Unholy Battered Old Thing You Were, My Sunflower O My Soul, I Loved You Then!

I Heard You Asking Questions Of Each: Who Killed The Pork Chops? What Price Bananas? Are You My Angel?

I Don't Do Anything With My Life Except Romanticize And Decay With Indecision.

First Thought, Best Thought.