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SEQUOIA |
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"The time is come," the walrus said,"to speak of many things of crowns and thorns and sealing wax and cabbages and kings of presidents and thong underwear of diplomats to Middle East of tyrants lobbing anthrax bombs and gasoline additives that aren't so neat of young women who live in redwood trees much older than their mothers and watch below, the whistles blow as young loggers come and go eating their tangerines and tuna. It's peanut butter today, a Famous Star tomorrow as wrappers grow into a mountain below and bulldozers show who is really king of the forest. . . do we really care anyway?" Says the walrus to the sequoia, "And, don't tell this ditty to the carpenter, as he works for harvesters, & we all know they are the wor-rest. So, come down stairs, pretty maid. You've lived in the tree too long, and we'll saunter off to a spot that's magically lost and the sequoia and the rocks are for-us." |
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