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 DIFFERENT WIND
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In the collection known as the Shin Kokin Wakashū, there is a very old
autumn waka by Fujiwara no Suemichi that seems appropriate for this time of
year: Wh...
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