From: cujo@petitmorte.net   
      
   nancygene.andjayme@gmail-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (NancyGene) wrote in   
   news:O6GdnSqD6fDL_Q_0nZ2dnZfqn_SdnZ2d@giganews.com:   
      
   >> NancyGene wrote:   
   >>   
   >>> NancyGene wrote:   
   >>>   
   >>>> NancyGene wrote:   
   >>>>   
   >>>>> NancyGene wrote:   
   >>>>> February   
   >>>>> by Ina D. Coolbrith (born Josephine Donna Smith)   
   >>>>>   
   >>>>> Newly wedded, and happy quite,   
   >>>>> Careless alike of wind and weather,   
   >>>>> Two wee birds, from a merry flight,   
   >>>>> Swing in the tree-top, sing together:   
   >>>>> Love to them, in the wintry hour,   
   >>>>> Summer and sunshine, bud and flower!   
   >>>>> So, belovéd, when skies are sad,   
   >>>>> Love can render their sombre golden;   
   >>>>> Turn the winter to summer glad,   
   >>>>> Make of the weary heart a holden   
   >>>>> For the sunshine, and the flowers that bloom,   
   >>>>> Even in February’s gloom.   
   >>>>   
   >>>>   
   >>>> Note that this is not "Ida," of the Columbus postcard fame.   
   >>>   
   >>>   
   >>> We see that George Jealous Dunce stole this poem from us and posted   
   >>> it as his own.  He is so covetous.   
   >>   
   >>   
   >> Ina told me that she was never in Columbus and is not planning to go   
   >> either.   
   >   
   >   
   >   
   > Will Donkey is claiming that the time stamps tell the story.  Well, we   
   > posted Ina's poem at "Sun Feb 15 2026 11:19 am," and George Dunce   
   > stole our poem at "Sun Feb 15 2026 3:12 pm."  Bad George Jealous   
   > Dunce!   
      
   Now that's evidence.   
      
   You may now proceed to snip and fail, Douchebag.   
      
   --   
   "The fact that it doesn't apply to the poem is of little consequence to   
   you, because your poems don't have a literary basis, because you're   
   functionally illiterate and haven't got a clue as to what a poem is." -   
   Little Willie Douchebag gets another asskicking from Pendragon   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
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