bilingual text for making meanings clear
reducing complex facts to simple lines
enough for those of us who read the signs
to understand that this is a lucky year
the rules are ones about the finest care
we could bestow on one who shrilly whines
on yet another who our sort maligns
we have to go where eagles never dare
a host of fireflies flashing in the dark
turn the high fields into a magic place
all of our thoughts are focused on one spot
the rules we have would puzzle any clerk
we know and can define a perfect space
but that will never be our sort and lot
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
18 July 2007
evolving cooperation
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