From Audubon: A VisionVII. Tell Me A Story[A]Long ago, in Kentucky, I, a boy, stoodBy a dirt road, in the first dark, and heardThe great geese hoot northward.I could not see them, there being no moonAnd the stars sparse. I heard them.I did not know what was happening in my heart.It was the season before elderberry blooms,Therefore they were going north.The sound was passing northward.[B]Tell me a story.In this century, and moment, of mania,Tell me a story.Make it a story of great distances, and starlight.The name of the story will be Time,But you must not pronounce its name.Tell me a story of deep delight.-Robert Penn Warren
Del Shannon: Runaway
Thanks for the link. I don't think I can separate that song from Mr. Milch's fanciful connection to it. Very amusing. As good a soundtrack for a BJ as any, though I'm partial to 'Under my Thumb.'
I know! Hilarious.And so what was fanciful again has become imaginative. Now if only Coleridge had a girl named YumYum around..
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