Every song Bob Dylan wrote or performed can be distilled in a haiku. NOTE FOR READERS: All posts from 2010 to 2014 should be considered out of date. Please disregard them. There are, or will be, new versions of each haiku.
Friday, July 20, 2012
Newlyn Town
To keep his woman In money, a roving blade Robs the idle rich.
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