It is winter.
We hitched the horse up to the sleigh,
Like Grandfather used to do.
Over hills and through the dells
We'd glide for an hour or two.
And soon my ears are brittle
And my mouth is frozen shut.
My eyes are locked wide open
And all I see is the horse's butt.
-Red Green
2 comments:
Ahhh, Red Green- one of the finest philosophers of the times.
wv: "shund"- I shund have used duct tape on that jeep fix...
We have a boxed set of 80 or so episodes--I don't know how many times we watched all of them...
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