Poem Of The Day
This next number is a fucked up little song about rain, and summer changing into autumn, and how evil Nature is--like one big, evil clown with a fake knife that's really a real knife... Fuck, that's so fucked up... Anyway, we can thank Paul Laurence Dunbar for:
The Chase
The wind told the little leaves to hurry,
And chased them down the way,
While the mother tree laughed loud in glee,
For she thought her babes at play.
The cruel wind and the rain laughed loudly,
We’ll bury them deep, they said,
And the old tree grieves, and the little leaves
Lie low, all chilled and dead.
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