Sunday, December 26, 2010
“Ride to the Ridge Where the West Commences
Gaze at the moon till I lose my senses.”*
Well, go ahead, or not. Didn’t Alan
Shepherd hit a golf shot up there midst
the Mother of Pathos and Pity?
With a football tie they say
it's like kissing your sister.
Well, the moon has been wrought in-
to your sister, but with less drama.
*Don’t Fence Me In
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