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Date Posted: 02:09:10 06/25/02 Tue
Author: sp99
Author Host/IP: pool-63.53.97.210.nwrk.grid.net / 63.53.97.210
Subject: Re: Strummer - short version
In reply to: AAAAGGGSSS 's message, "Strummer - short version" on 15:43:10 06/24/02 Mon

About Crickets? *grin*
Great work here Al!!!
"she doth grow atop hills
As the "fool on the hill" by Beatles?'-p
But this:
"themselves with
and among so many
others that seek
meanings of the played
tunes faintly heard
in the far often
unheard distance"


sp99 &*_*&


>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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