"Toad wrote on the ground with a stick: Go to Sleep.
Then he crossed out: Go to Sleep.
'There,' said Toad. 'Now my day is all crossed out!'
'I am glad,' said Frog. Then Frog and Toad went right to sleep."
--@frogandtoadbot.bsky.social
besieged water sadness
soft glow on the rooftops
hyperbola lawyer
less than perfect wharfstead
pain subdued & padlocked
periscope bent firelight
Folsom Prison Blues. Awhile back i wrote: "Folsom Prison Blues" should be our national anthem--it says more about America, with its guns, its prisons, & its loneliness of highways, than any other single song. But to be the country of 'This Land is Your Land' (including the often-omitted verses)--that is something to aspire to."
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