June 22, 2008
I cannot believe he’s gone. I cannot believe how much I miss him. I still remember this gem of his. Last time I heard it was over 30 years ago. Sing along, will you?
Oh, beautiful, for smoggy skies,
Insecticided grains;
For strip-mined mountains majesty,
Above the asphalt plains;
America, America, man sheds his waste on thee;
And hides thy pines with billboard signs,
From sea to oily sea!
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