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Monday, January 25, 2016

Stopping on Beltway on a Snowy Evening

With apologies to Robert Frost

Whose cars these are I do not know
Just that they're moving awfully slow
Ten thousand tail lights are all I see
Lit with that evil red glow

My little Prius must think it weird
To stop where I have always feared:
The car to my right, advertising Trump
Driven by some maniac with a beard

With my luck, our cars will bump
He'll climb out and fetch me a thump
And calling me a liberal creep
Will leave upon my head a lump

The cars they crawl, the horns they beep
The maniac takes the next exit in his Jeep
How many more hours till I can sleep?
How many more hours till I can sleep?

Sunday, January 10, 2016

Book Purchasing Report

This is what happens when my wife goes away for the weekend and leaves me to my own devices. I head for the used book store and binge.