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We will not turn on the radio today We will repudiate its veto over us We will silence its news and its noise We will not wait upon its appointed hours We will sit in the windowlight and read Maybe the Great Books, or maybe the funnies -The funnies! Let’s read the funnies to each other, and laugh About Charlie Brown and his kite-eating tree And joyfully fling the funnies and ourselves Upon the sunbeams, all over the floor
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Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 2:36 PM UTC
Love and the Sunday Funnies
We will not turn on the radio today We will repudiate its veto over us We will silence its news and its noise We will not wait upon its appointed hours We will sit in the windowlight and read Maybe the Great Books, or maybe the funnies -The funnies! Let’s read the funnies to each other, and laugh About Charlie Brown and his kite-eating tree And joyfully fling the funnies and ourselves Upon the sunbeams, all over the floor
Your ‘umble scrivener’s site is: Reactionarydrivel.blogspot.com. It’s not at all reactionary, tho’ it might be drivel. My vanity publications are available on amazon.com as bits of dead tree and on Kindle: The Road to Magdalena, Paleo-Hippies at Work and Play, Lady with a Dead Turtle, Don’t Forget Your Shoes and Grapes, Coffee and a Dead Alligator to Go, and Dispatches from the Colonial Office.
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Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 2:36 PM UTC
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