Tuesday, August 21, 2012

On Farms and Forgetting

O come with me my little one, we will find that farm,
And grow us grass and apples there and keep all the animals warm,
And if by chance I wake at night and ask you who I am,
O take me to the slaughterhouse, I will wait there with the lamb

- Leonard Cohen, Stories of the Street

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