THE FOREWORD BLUESWesli Court said I should write a book, A bunch of blues-enough to fill a book, And he'd design the cover. I said, "Look, If you'll write half of them, then I will chooseA ball-point pen, a felt-tip-I will chooseTo join you in a modicum of blues."And that's the reason, Reader, we are here-You, Wes and me-we three assembled hereAmong these turning leaves yellow and sere.We hope you'll think the words we write are fine, Our writing bold and dark, but our wordage fine . . . , At least we hope you'll like the cover design.Envoy EpilogueGo, little book of sorrows, cares and woes, But Wesli's gone. Where? Only goodness knows.