Or do you simply wade in a fog through both sith the idiot box leaves souls in a perpetual trance?
I've heard of whipporwills ere now, a sense Of romance in the mention, that detail Which Wordsworth spelled out plainly in betrayl False as it ever was, eh? Or what thence? Perhaps. Where tall woods hem us in fr'intents, Fire dancing as orange licks at logs t'avail, Gnats, either by the spray or dusk, gone, they'll Begin, a call I learn to hear from hence. Tis nary dream. The lone deer I glimpsed fer Effect in that field of alfalfa dew Was settling on near twilight (seems) in tour So perfect. Where dusk's blueish veil fell through That lively calm, hark to what as it were Calls from the distance, as't draws nigh...so new.
Whipporwills...I can't be thankful enough they in particular intro'd me to those fabled birds since the twist he made of their call fit too perfectly.