Son of House, you knew only a heap of broken images, where the sun beats. But they sure sounded great coming out of that steel guitar! Not to mention the bottle's severed neck riding on your littlest finger. That afterthought, that fifth wheel. Good for nothing but trouble -When I start to walkin' I'm gonna walk from sun-to-sun, / ain't gonna quit walkin' till my journey's done.
A THOUSAND HILLS
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Masaoka Shiki — the fellow who attempted to “reform” hokku into what he
called “haiku” near the beginning of the 20th century — wrote a lot of bad
verses, ...
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