Sunday, January 1, 2012

2012 Prairie Home Companion



I speak of new cities and new people.
I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes.
I tell you yesterday is a wind gone down,
 a sun dropped in the west.
I tell you there is nothing in the world
 only an ocean of to-morrows,
 a sky of to-morrows.
I am a brother of cornhuskers who say at sundown:
To-morrow is a day.
-Carl Sandburg's "Prairie"

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