The title is the name of a movie Walt Disney produced in 1963.

Aside from the time-travel effect of watching America in the wonderful phase of beautiful automobiles and normal life, the story starred a welsh corgi.

Wonderful movie. Wonderful time to be an American. Wonderful to be distracted for a few minutes to enjoy memories.

And, fuck it, feeling inspired to write some shit or poem or whatever the fuck I want to call it.

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It becomes concrete when the current slurry of shit is poured

Politicians spewing acidic lime tainted lines to the frothing electorate of, ‘mine, me, and I’.

Hardening into a slab of discontent and rhyme, ‘hey, it is important to save something, anything, as long as it does not disturb, ‘I, me, mine.’

And now, mid stream as the shit hardens and the black coal of my heart is pressed into something harder than diamond,

a dog

a movie

a plot conceived years before most were born

I find it today, once again, a smile inside.