From: davidsands@yahoo.com   
      
   her six arms   
   tickled the chins   
   of all the gentlemen   
   seated behind their drinks   
   like confessional windows   
   the garlic on their breath   
   became talismen   
   spiritus sent on a mission   
   with spearheads   
   in the shape of a cross   
      
   staggering home   
   they sang at the tops   
   of lungs no higher   
   than boot heels   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)