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On the side of a hill in the deep forest green, tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground,
blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain sleeps unaware of the clarion call.
On the side of a hill, a sprinkling of leaves washes the grave with silvery tears,
a soldier cleans and polishes a gun.
War bellows, blazing in scarlet battalions, generals order their soldiers to kill
and to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten

Sunday, January 27, 2008

The Love You Take

This will be GW's last State of the Union speech. So begins the end.

4 comments:

Todd Wheeler said...

Cool. I loved ignoring the previous seven. This one should be the best on to not watch ever!

Steve Buchheit said...

Make popcorn to not watch it. Might as well enjoy the silence.

ThatGreenyFlower said...

Hip hip HOORAY!

Steve Buchheit said...

Greeny, you said it.