Sunday, February 24, 2013

1968 Wilkes

Water withered leaves, good man--forget about the roots. Just grab the hose, and spray that flow, 'pon leaves, but not the shoots. Spit toward lofty mountains, glare down at your knees; buy shotguns for the gooks and ganders, harmoniously.

~Gravl Wilkes

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