Today the moon sees fit to come between a parched earth and sun, hurrying the premature darkness. A rooster in the yard cuts off its crowing, fooled into momentary sleep. And soon the Perseid showers, broken bits of the ancient universe, will pass through the skin of our
Some say that Chattanooga is the Old name for Lookout Mountain To others it is an uncouth name Used only by the uncivilised Our a-historical period sees it As merely a town in Tennessee To old timers of the Volunteer State
To the Lord General Cromwell, May 1652, On the proposals of certain ministers at the Committee for Propagation of the Gospel Cromwell, our chief of men, who through a cloud Not of war only, but detractions rude, Guided by faith and matchless fortitude, To peace and truth thy glorious way hast plough'd,
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