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Lyrics for Sunday


Blowin' in the Wind
by Bob Dylan


How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
Yes, and how many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, and how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they're forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, and how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, and how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

How many years can a mountain exist
Before it's washed to the sea?
Yes, and how many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free?
Yes, and how many times can a man turn his head,
Pretending he just doesn't see?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.


Yesterday since it was gorgeous we took the kids to Huntley Meadows to see the wetlands in near-flood. Saw lots of huge snapping turtles, some smaller turtles, scattered waterfowl and a handful of bugs but it was apparently too early for frogs or snakes in significant numbers though we heard occasional croaking. The beaver and muskrat were apparently asleep, too.

Remind me not to write DS9 for contrelamontre again -- I got one stinkin' comment. Even my friends didn't bother to read it! And, you know, it wasn't terribly good and it had some het, but I thought it might still be interesting than the fifteenth EW/DM story in a week. Ah well, must seek out a Trek forum when I get the urge to write Trek!

Frank Rich on "They Both Reached For the Gun" -- Roxie and Dubya that is. No wonder Chicago, which is supposed to be our escapist movie for the year, seems so dark and relevant to me.
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