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.
BEFORE AND AFTER
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Masaoka Shiki (1867-1902) wrote two rather similar yet effective autumn
verses. Though he would have called them “haiku” because of his revisionist
tendenc...
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