Monday, April 18, 2016

An illustrated Bob Dylan

Now the fifth daughter, on the twelfth night,
Told the first father, that things weren't right
My complexion, she said, is much too white:
He said come here and step into the light; 
he says hmmm, you're right.
Let me tell second mother this has been done.
But the second mother was with the seventh son,
And they were both out on Highway 61.

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