From: andronicus451@gmail.com   
      
   CEMETARY GATES   
      
   A dreaded sunny day, so I meet you at the cemetery gates   
   Oh, Keats and Yates are on your side   
   A dreaded sunny day, so I meet you at the cemetery gates   
   Keats and Yates are on your side   
   While Wild is on the mine   
      
   So we go inside, and we gravely read the stones   
   All those people, all those lives, where are they now?   
   With their loves, and hates, and passions just like mine   
   They were born and then they lived and then they died   
   Seemed so unfair - I wanted to cry   
      
   So you say "Oh, Lord, salutations to the Dawn!"   
   And you claim these words as your own   
   But I've read well and I've heard them said   
   Some hundred times, maybe less, maybe more   
      
   If you must write prose or poems   
   The words you use should be your own   
   Don't plaguerise or "take on loan"   
   There's always someone, somewhere   
   With the big nose   
   Who knows   
   Who'll trip you up and laugh when you fall   
   Who'll trip you up and laugh when you fall   
      
   A dreaded sunny day, so I meat you at the cemetery gates   
   Keats and Yates are on your side   
   But you lose   
   Because wild lover Wild was one the mine   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)