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- From: donz@uiunix.ui.org (Don Zirilli)
- Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
- Subject: Christmas gift - for Sheila
- Message-ID: <389@uiunix.ui.org>
- Date: 22 Dec 92 15:07:33 GMT
- References: <388@uiunix.ui.org>
- Organization: UNIX International, Parsippany, NJ 07054
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- This poem is my gift to Sheila. I didn't really write it to pop her
- bubble, so maybe it will. One warning: these gifts are given pretty
- arbitrarily, so don't automatically expect to get one and then be
- disappointed. Just keep in mind that if you send me specifications,
- I'll always be happy to write a poem for anyone (but I get to keep it,
- too).
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- THE MOON IN TEXAS
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- I was lying on this hardwood floor
- somewhere in Texas
- and the moon came up to me and said,
- "How can I come up to you?
- I have my own up
- so when I move
- my up moves with me,
- unless you mean my photons
- which the ones that came up
- to you did come up
- according to my up
- though some were diagonal up
- and a few went sideways up,
- which makes sense since you're
- only going to see photons anyway,
- but how can you hear me?
- Maybe I am not saying with sound.
- Maybe I am saying with photons,
- the same photons or different.
- If it's the same photons
- then instead of saying
- "The moon came up to me and said"
- you could say
- "The moon's saying came up to me""
- I blinked twice and she was gone,
- the lovely silver moon
- worth more than any dime
- who, in saying, shone
- and who said shining,
- sometimes wearing clouds,
- sometimes wearing shadow,
- sometimes butt naked.
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- Posthumous O'Toole
- Merry Christmas
- Happy Solstice
- --
- Chucklehead awaits the return of his .sig
-