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Date Posted: 15:43:10 06/24/02 Mon
Author: AAAAGGGSSS
Author Host/IP: dialup-65.58.190.169.Dial1.Stamford1.Level3.net / 65.58.190.169
Subject: Strummer - short version

Intro -

Oh so oft
does the harp
of merriment be played
now and again
strummed tunes

to all its
bedazzled listeners

not the tunes itself
but the thoughts that
precede - the play,
to make them
come alive

take their positions
on the grand stand

far so wide plunked
before them;

they not so willing
to see
but yawn

Main Verse:

My love doth blossom forth
as does the Tangerine flower
which peeks
for the longest stretch of time
then comes full
force
forth with many
beautiful flowers

Radiances not seen
since
she doth grow atop hills

naturally
out of sight
cloaked the more betwixt
the others

which resemble her

She has fuller radiances
rich and more
often;
able to catch
the larger bees
straying Yellow
Jackets and even the blackened
Wasp oddly
simultaneously

between her fingers
the open flowers which
she wears, that
strain looking
for life's attention

merriments of the bees
among roses, deathly thorns
and roses

wasps are her flowers
they bud
this time
of year

they pile themselves
always midst
themselves with
and among so many
others that seek
meanings of the played
tunes faintly heard
in the far often
unheard distance

my life has taken
residence here
with the strummer
as I look

to see it strummed

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