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   "Edward Belsky"  wrote in message   
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   > Joe Fineman  wrote in message   
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   >> Omitted from the book:   
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   >> Here lie the bones of poor John Flory;   
   >> His story was the old, old story.   
   >> Money, women, cards and gin   
   >> Were the four things that did him in.   
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   >> He has spent sweat enough to swim in   
   >> Making love to stupid women;   
   >> He has known misery past thinking   
   >> In the dismal art of drinking.   
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   >> O stranger, as you voyage here   
   >> And read this welcome, shed no tear;   
   >> But take the single gift I give,   
   >> And learn from me how not to live.   
   >> --   
   >> ---  Joe Fineman    joe_f@verizon.net   
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   > I find rhyming very hard.  I wrote this:   
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   > The Master Builder   
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   > Hawksmoor suspended half as high as God   
   > Outspoken bells to ring on and on   
   > And dismay the postlapsarian blood   
   > Of Londoners who heard the carillon.   
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   > Clubfooted bells maketh heavy weather   
   > And aggrandize to ejaculation.   
   > Terror and awe arise from no further   
   > Than the beams of the church's elevation.   
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   > Bells belabor, walls absorb, galleries   
   > Balloon with the beholden from the street.   
   > Incorporated into Christ, calories   
   > (Stuck there.)   
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   Good one.   
      
   ROBBIE   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)