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   Will Dockery to All   
   Re: Probably a day pome writ at night.   
   15 Nov 25 02:18:11   
   
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   From: user3274@newsgrouper.org.invalid   
      
   Rose Kelleher  posted:   
      
   >   
   > Ha! This is terrible. :)   
      
   Probably, but classic Hammes, nevertheless.   
      
   > "Dennis M. Hammes" wrote:   
   >   
   > >         Metamorphoses   
   > >   
   > > I wake to ache, and take my aching slow;   
   > > The ankle screams before I have deployed it.   
   > > I go by crawling where I have to go.   
   > >   
   > > Where is my foot?  I find it with my toe   
   > > It really wishes that I had destroyed it.   
   > > I wake to ache, and take my aching slow.   
   > >   
   > > Halfway to pee, a cockroach hails, "Hey, Bro',"   
   > > I can't say why.  Perhaps I have annoyed it;   
   > > I go by crawling where I have to go.   
   > >   
   > > There is no time to shout, "Geronimo,"   
   > > It's /time/ to pee.  I build it up, I void it,   
   > > I wake to ache, and take my aching slow.   
   > >   
   > > I think they found this ankle at Lascaux   
   > > And sewed it in.  The kitchen chair.  Avoid it;   
   > > I go by crawling where I have to go.   
   > >   
   > > It's time to trade me in.  For two cents.  OBO.   
   > > I write a poem, pretending I enjoyed it.   
   > > I wake to ache, and take my aching slow.   
   > > I go by crawling where I have to go.   
   > > ..7/5/03   
   > > --   
   > > ------(m+   
   > >   ~/:o)_|   
   > > To change the world   
   > >  be that change.   
   > > http://scrawlmark.org   
      
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   Poetry and songs of Will Dockery:   
   https://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)   

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