THREE MISTAKES THAT SADDENED ME as if I were a lonesome Bob Dylan

 

OH NO, TIMES THREE OR IS IT FOUR

I.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XAgdd2VqLVc

Grosse Fuge by Beethoven, can anything save him

We've talked about this before

Must he die before THE HOLY ONE 

Blessed is He,

Gathers his bounty far and wide

And I, whose name feathers the ground

Far from Germany, and Alsace de Lorraine,

Steps lively on the Tic Tac Toe 

Cement, or, if you're a Texan, like many

in my family, gone, Millard G Deming

an Arab named Joseph, who they threw

down a pit, and I marveled at the colors

of the azalea, pink as the light filtering

through a kitty-cat's ear.

II. 

Slept through ALL THE PRESIDENTS MEN

Known as Watergate, Woodward and Bernstein

changing the course of our country

Pat Nixon, always the sad-eyed martyr

So play, Grosse Fuge, play

And have a drink of cool cool water

And hang out the colors blue and green

And watch Father and Daughter down the street

Play Catch. 

III.

We missed the race. The weather was fine.

We had registered, even paid.

I could see my name and number 

Across the forest-green lands

Where my trot - perhaps I was number 5 -

Made me and my partner proud.

Bob Dylan made up his own name.

You realize, of course, I am grabbing these images from the Internet. 

Shall I look out the front door now and see if there is anything going on? 

PS. I read the entire TIMES CHRONICLE newspaper and tossed it into the Yellow Plastic Bin.