From: user3274@newsgrouper.org.invalid   
      
   Cujo DeSockpuppet posted:   
   > Will Dockery wrote:   
   >> NancyGene wrote:   
   >>> HarryLime wrote:   
   >>>> Will Dockery wrote:   
   >   
   > >>>>> To the Sea Angel   
   > >> >>>>   
   > >> >>>> Riptide waves,   
   > >> >>>> there goes the sea angel,   
   > >> >>>> right above the waves.   
   > >> >>>>   
   > >> >>>> These mystery years,   
   > >> >>>> where would I be without them?   
   > >> >>>> What if I'd stayed happy?   
   > >> >>>>   
   > >> >>>> Years lost,   
   > >> >>>> these last few I've played catch up,   
   > >> >>>> drifting from the shore.   
   > >> >>>>   
   > >> >>>> Barnacles on an olive shell,   
   > >> >>>> brain choral in my mind.   
   > >> >>>>   
   > >> >>>> Instrumental tune,   
   > >> >>>> made by the incoming waves.   
   > >> >>>>   
   > >> >>>> I tossed a starfish back in,   
   > >> >>>> watched it twirl away,   
   > >> >>>> and thought of you.   
   > >> >>>>   
   > >> >>>> -Will Dockery (1997)   
   > >> >>>>   
   > >> >>>> ***   
   > >> >>>> Original text restored, troll content removed, again.   
   > >> >>   
   > >> >> The "poem" is about sex with Stinky G. "Starfish" glorifies   
   > >> >> Stinky G's b*tthole.   
   > >> >   
   > >> > No it isn't, but your bizarre fantasies are noted, NG.   
   > >>   
   > >> There's nothing bizarre about it, Donkey.   
   >   
   > >> I'd always thought your poem was about Stinky G -- until you posted   
   > >> P.D.'s photo.   
   >   
   > >> Perhaps now that Stinky's dead   
      
   Just because Zod left the newsgroup you think he's dead?   
      
   Jim Senetto has been gone longer, does that mean he's dead as well?   
      
   > > Speak for yourself, Pendragon.   
   >   
   > Why doesn't PD want to   
   > kill you any longer?   
      
   It's in the archives, look it up.   
      
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   Poetry and songs of Will Dockery:   
   https://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery   
      
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