Alas, where is there still a sea in which one could drown: thus our lament resounds – across shallow swamps.
We will drain the swamp in Washington, D.C., and replace it with a new government, of, and by, and for the people.
Down through the years certain fads of slang had come and gone, and their vestiges could be found in Janie's and Mabel's conversation, like mastodon bones in a swamp.
There is peace in the swamp, though the quiet is Death
