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 NOTE FOR READERS: All posts from 2010 to 2014 should be considered out of date.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.
Thursday, March 1, 2012
Disease of Conceit
Universal ill:
Everybody is conceited.
You can die from it.
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