a chance to fill the lines and make the sense
become what each desires and not the whole
universal repulsion of each soul
without dejection and without pretense
true hunters are not bothered by a fence
and rabbits can't just vanish down the hole
out here there's due procedure and control
and nothing matters when we are gone hence
amaze the punters with some simple tricks
and you'll gain reputation and acclaim
and in a generation be forgot
when we add up we do not count the bricks
that make the infrastructure of all fame
but just the coins that we've got in the pot
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
15 September 2007
purses are not trash
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