On Limited Warfare |
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Don’tcha worry, honey chile, | |
Don’tcha cry no more, | |
It’s jest a li’l ole atom bomb | |
In a li’l ole lim’ted war. | |
It’s jest a bitsy warhead, chile, | |
On a li’l ole tactical shell, | |
And all it’ll do is blow us all | |
To a li’l ole lim’ted hell. | |
— Anonymous | |
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On This Day In: | |
2021 | These Days Rather Loosely Held |
Harvest Time | |
2020 | Why I’m Happy |
The Wind In My Face | |
2019 | I Think Impeachment Is Another Test #45 Has Already Failed |
2018 | Second Chances – Rice, Now Trees |
And Then You Have To Start Training Again | |
2017 | Small Hands, Small Grasp |
2016 | Two Murrow’s |
Election + 1 Week | |
2015 | Not Mine, Anyway |
2015 | South By South East |
2013 | Don’tcha |
2012 | I Hear A Distant Thunder |
2011 | A Poison Tree |
Archive for November 15th, 2013
Don’tcha
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