Til the Last Hemlock Dies
Musings on genre writing, waterfall wandering, and peak bagging in the South's wilderness areas.
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Monday, November 01, 2010
The Sun is Setting
By
James R. Smith.
Glenn Tilbrook is old and fat.
David Byrne is white-headed.
Take the offer.
Take it and run.
Ray Bradbury hated
Rod Serling.
The Movement
faded
away.
I see the sun setting.
Take the offer.
Take it
and run.
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