Continue“A child said What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands;
How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more
than he.
I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green
stuff woven.
Or I guess it is the…
Added by Daddieo on September 23, 2012 at 4:02pm — 3 Comments
ContinueBut then fall comes, kicking summer out on its treacherous ass as it always does one day sometime after the midpoint of September, it stays awhile like an old friend that you have missed. It settles in the way an old friend will settle into your favorite chair and take out his pipe and light it and then fill the afternoon with stories of…
Added by Daddieo on September 21, 2012 at 9:42am — 4 Comments
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