Date: 05 Nov 2006 09:27:34
From: Twittering One
Subject: Cheers for The Runners ~ **********
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"Who has the cock ~ eyed blackbird killed ~ ?"
Queries Cock Robin.
"I know not" the Sparrow says,
"Although with my elbow and Asics sneakers,
I clobbered the cockled blackbird."
"Who saw it swoon under the moon to die ~ ?"
Queries Cock Robin.
"I have," says the fly,
"With my small eye, I saw it lie slithering and dying."
"Who has cupped its blood,"
Queries Cock Robin, "In a long ~ stemmed
Crystal goblet ~ ?"
"Come fill up the Glass,
Round, round let it Pass,
'Till our Season be found in our Thyme:
Sprout Consciousness of Fools
Where Flora and Fauna Rule,
This vintage will make us Divine.
Come fill up the Glass,
Round, round let it Pass,
Our Spirit's been blessed to Last,
An Eternity, or more, Foretold.
Come fill up your Soul,
'Till our Reason be found in our Rhyme."
~ Black Chalk
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