Tuesday, October 9, 2007

A Poem From The '67 Program

Wrangle up your mouth-harps
drag your banjo out,
Tune your old guitarra till she
twangs right stout,
For the snow is on the mountains
and the wind is on the plain,
But we'll cut the chimney's
mounin' with a livelier refrain.

Badger Clark


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