On Friday, May 9, 1997 at 2:00:00 AM UTC-5, Hugh Williamson wrote:   
   > Does anyone know the poem about the bird on the window sill which   
   > ends   
   >   
   >   
   > "so I gently closed my window...and crushed it's little skull"   
      
   This one?   
      
      
      
   I woke this joyous morning,   
   Bright and starrie eyed,   
   Walked over to my window, and I threw my window wide!   
   Upon the sill had perched a bird,   
   singing with morning cheer,   
   and from the gayness of his notes,   
   I knew that spring was here.   
      
   But as he sang his joyious song,   
   he paused, a moments lull.   
   I slammed the God Damned window, and crushed his fucking skull.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)