From: user3274@newsgrouper.org.invalid   
      
   "alacritystone@hotmail.com"  posted:   
   >   
   > I've told you before that uncertainty   
   > is the texture your looking for when   
   > you talk blue to me. But you want   
   > intoxicants, some bitter leaves that   
   > get under the wind, flatten down   
   > and resist nothing There was one such   
   > leaf on my driveway, scattered by a   
   > strangers rake. It was there through three   
   > windstorms, two snowfalls and one thaw.   
   > I nudged it with my shoe this morning   
   > and it cralled away. Lubricants for   
   > your spiny neurons   
   > are real if they flow out of bottles   
   > or come pressed in tins. How about this:   
   > How a bout a questioning faith in Jesus   
   > even if it means wearing rubber boots   
   > the next time you rake crabs from   
   > beneath the tossing oak.   
   >   
   > alacrity   
      
   Nice poetry by Alacrity Stone, a newsgroup regular of many years ago.   
      
   --   
   Poetry and songs of Will Dockery:   
   https://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)