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.
THE SOUND OF THE SEA
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There is a pleasant autumn daoku / objective hokku by Gyōdai. Blyth
translates it thus: Indian summer;All day long the sound of the seaIs far
off. Oddly en...
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