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- From: ded@kps.UUCP (David Edwards /DP)
- Newsgroups: talk.bizarre
- Subject: An unorigonal poem
- Keywords: I dunno
- Message-ID: <1164@kps.UUCP>
- Date: 4 Sep 92 16:14:58 GMT
- References: <fhgngm+.chaos@netcom.com>
- Organization: Kuwait Petroleum, Stockholm, Sweden
- Lines: 22
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- An unoriginal poem:
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- Yeller Cannopy shrugged in wind neathe slate sky.
- Picknik is over, Sweetie.
- Wrap up the cloth. At night let
- our noon light creep under your door.
-
- Whack your butt to win wisdom
- come April, The Cruelest.
- Who said she would dance on roses?
- You didn't clue in until the last line.
- Even then...!!
-
- Red wine spills over the top, but hold on -
- Maybe there weren't obscure references
- and gaudy teenage metafors. Leave it over there
- on the counter by the keys.
-
- Daagmar Egghaert
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- "If you take cranberries and stew them like applesauce, they taste
- more like prunes than rhubarb does." -Groucho Marx
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