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Post by spence on Apr 20, 2022 11:12:08 GMT -7
Once upon a long-ago time, a poem came over me.
Miasma
Foggy vapors in the night Give timid hunters a real fright.
Creeping thru the open vent On soggy, soggy mischief bent.
To damp the powder, squelch the flame, Making poor old Vulcan lame.
Pluck the lark! Plug the hole! Lest the wildfire be stole!
Miasma, mias.
Spence Mea culpa, mea culpa maxima.
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Post by Black Hand on Apr 20, 2022 11:45:18 GMT -7
I like it!
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Post by brokennock on Apr 20, 2022 15:49:26 GMT -7
I absolutely love it. Especially, "On soggy, soggy mischief bent." Fantastic
I can see Ginsburg and Kerouac and the "beat's" snapping there fingers at the coffee house after that... 😉
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