We had to camp out in the woods
my deputy and I, on duty
at the last Town Music Festival
and as we lay down
I said to my deputy:
"Deputy, tell me what you see"
And my deputy described the stars
and the moon and the heavens
with infectious passion and poetic intensity;
and the deputy spoke with feeling
of soaring heights and sublime elation -
and then with a triumphant air
he turned to me: *"Now it's your turn,
Sheriff - tell me what you see"*
And I said: *"Someone, deputy,
has stolen our tent..."*
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 10:38 PM UTC
We had to camp out in the woods
my deputy and I, on duty
at the last Town Music Festival
and as we lay down
I said to my deputy:
"Deputy, tell me what you see"
And my deputy described the stars
and the moon and the heavens
with infectious passion and poetic intensity;
and the deputy spoke with feeling
of soaring heights and sublime elation -
and then with a triumphant air
he turned to me: *"Now it's your turn,
Sheriff - tell me what you see"*
And I said: *"Someone, deputy,
has stolen our tent..."*
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