This
country of ours
Is way, way behind
We
think we’re so much,
And yet we are blind.
Why
can’t we beguile
Our railroads austere,
And
ride out in style
On cowcatchers here?
O,
no, not at all,
We simply are beat;
We
pay a front price
And take a back seat.
c.
June 15, ‘09
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