Leisha wrote:
> On Jun 18, 3:37 pm, Dale Houstman <d...@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
> wrote:
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>>Leisha wrote:
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>>>On Jun 18, 12:56 pm, Dale Houstman <d...@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
> wrote:
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>>>>Amanda Reid wrote:
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>>>>>The thunder pounds my window and the sky
>>>>>Releases still more green to stain the ground;
>>>>>The cat alerts one ear, but constant sound
>>>>>Dulls even soldiers to the softest lie,
>>>>>And she is inside. Soon enough, to try
>>>>>The rabbit, blackbird, blade of grass she found
>>>>>Unlike all others. Dreaming that the hound
>>>>>Sniffs bombs in no man's land, her time goes by
>>>>> As mine does not. Again the clock reads two
>>>>>As if I had no other thing to say
>>>>>And less to know, than that the world took you,
>>>>>And took you here or there, but took away.
>>>>>Whatever there appears to do,
>>>>>The time is -- wrong. But I'm right twice a day.
>>>>
>>>>Far In And Near Out
>>>
>>>>Thunder ****mmies the shutters
>>>>Of the sky's surrender
>>>>There are urgent green guardians
>>>>Near outside the window
>>>
>>>>Far in, a cat comes tense
>>>>In consent to dull soldiers
>>>>Of each couched lie
>>>>Where she is inside and near
>>>
>>>>The rabbit has been tried
>>>>The blackbird confessed
>>>>The jury of green lancers
>>>>Is unlike yesterday's
>>>
>>>>We dream of far hounds
>>>>And of bombs in near corners
>>>>And of man's close hands
>>>>On the mindless clock
>>>
>>>>And I am declaring nothing
>>>>Having less to admit
>>>>Than the world which distances
>>>>And shrinks your time
>>>
>>>>Whatever time is
>>>>Time is wronged
>>>>An approaching murder
>>>>Erected more than twice a day.
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>>>Good dismount with erection.
>>
>>Purchased at Discount Erections (A Subsidiary of Retail Rods Ltd, with
>>cor****ate offices in Witheringwissal, England / Zaftwurm, Germany /
>>Wijunko, Japan / Toy S****, Arkansas): "Find It And You Can Keep It..."
>>
>>dmh
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> "You break it, you buy it."
>
THE TRAGEDY OF RETAIL RODS
I purchased my new ***** on Visa credit
And proudly screwed it on up in the loft.
But to my dismay, that very minute
A neighbor peeked and named me "Microsoft"
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh
I abhor the Organ Store,
It sold my wife a puss
That stank of vinagrette and grouse
And looked just like a noose,
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh
I despise the way things lie
Limply, squat and flat,
I must confess I am unpleased
I did not pay for that.
Oh the tragedy of Retail Rods!
A gloryhole stuffed with cods,
A dangling string that I won’t unknot,
And something held within a cot,
Two metal cubes that rattle madly
And keep the children awake, so sadly.
I screwed it off, I’d finally learned
Within the flames, its girth was burned
I gripped the poker, gave a prod.
A strangely tortured former member
Now lies upon the dying embers
And I am starting to doubt there is a god.
Oh, The tragedy of Retail Rods!
My wife now calls me No Bulge, such a joker.
I wear an extra-lengthy maroon smoker.
But I suppose it's better gone than it is s****ted
Though I must admit I’m feeling thwarted.
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh
I abhor the Organ Store
It sold my wife a puss
That stank of vinagrette and grouse
And looked just like a noose.
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh
I despise the way things lie
Limply, squat and flat.
I must confess I am unpleased
I did not pay for that.
dmh
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