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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