The $35 Billion Defeat
Sometimes America's horrid fate, now close enough to smell the sulphur wafting, makes me abysmally sad; which is a marvel, really, considering how abysmally wicked America has been to me.
Look to Friday.
THOU SAW (SOW) THE FIELDS LAID BARE AN' WASTE
An' weary winter comin fast,
An' cozie here, beneath the blast,
Thou thought to dwell-
Till (To) crash! the cruel coulter past
Out throw thy cell
Look to Friday.
THOU SAW (SOW) THE FIELDS LAID BARE AN' WASTE
An' weary winter comin fast,
An' cozie here, beneath the blast,
Thou thought to dwell-
Till (To) crash! the cruel coulter past
Out throw thy cell
posted by Virgil Kret at 7:43 PM
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