"I celebrate myself, and sing myself,/And what I assume you shall assume,/For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.//I loafe and invite my soul,/I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass."
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Argh!
Someone ran over the quince tree at the corner of Atlantic and Henry Street during the week I was away. The Ent in me is pissed off.
2 comments:
Marie over at 66 Square Feet is despondent too.
It was run over twice in one week...last week just bashed into, but upright and intact, with car on sidewalk. This week, the flatness...
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