Thursday, July 20, 2017

9758. THRICE-SPUN UKELELE

THRICE-SPUN UKELELE
'Mine eyes have seen the glory of the
coming of the lord.' Well, that's not
really true, and never was. Nothing like
that has ever showed up. Appointments
broken, and all that waiting. Here in
the Appalachian wilderness, those rolling 
hills are meaning to impress; but I see the
wheel-rutted trumbles where those wagons
tried going, and all those failed homesteads
and farms ruined by Injuns. No one is ever
easy to cooperate with  -  when you yourself
are bent on their destruction. How else can it be?

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