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Date: 22 Mar 2006 19:37:28
From: Twittering One
Subject: "Upon a lane a bicycler pedals ...
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"Reality is that which
When you stop believing in it,
Doesn't go away."
~ Georges
"The glacier knocks in the cupboard,
The desert sighs in the bed,
And the crack in the tea-cup opens
A lane to the land of the dead."
~ Auden
"Upon a lane a bicycler pedals
Tossing yellow tulip petals.
A peddler sells Stripes of Zealous.
Leon leaps a hedge of privet.
Leonardo whines to be fed,
The Raven who hails Ratty Rascals opens
A lane to the hand that feeds.
A word he recalls once spoken
The lane to the land of the dead opens.
A Raven knocks 3 times for High Spirits.
A forgotten name Leon recalls,
Maltese Lane opens land of the dead.
The Gizmo unlocks an armoire,
The Dervish whirls a derailleur,
And the cleft of Heaven opens
A clandestine cloak-and-dagger's glamour.
The back of the armoire opens,
A frozen dessert tray he eyes.
The goblet chills in the cupboard,
A dessert asks to be eaten,
And the wick of the candle tokens
A light of the wand of the dead,
A flame bright of the sliver of night.
A goblin giggles out of season,
If for no apparent reason
But a glimpse of The Rook of Nonesuch.
A bottle begs to be drunken,
And the lock of the armoire opens
Knights of The Wandering Minstrels ~
Flaming Faggots of The Ratty Rascals."
~ Master Minor Byrd
"A gust of High Spirits cracked thrice
Intoxicates if mice knock twice."
~ Coppola
"A dash of Merriment drunk twice
Is especially nice if shared with mice."
~ Merlot
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Date: 22 Mar 2006 21:29:31
From: Twittering One
Subject: Re: "Upon a lane a bicycler pedals ...
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"Johnny likes it."
~ Dave Turner
"O, do you really think so,
But does Carl ~ ?"
~ Capsicum
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Date: 22 Mar 2006 19:53:32
From: Twittering One
Subject: Re: "Upon a lane a bicycler pedals ...
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"A Thesaurus ...
Native tongue's t=EAte-=E0-t=EAte from prison free,
Azure ocean swim across, shimmering ~
A lick or lap swells, footing's tidal undertow."
~ Acacia
"It is Rievocativo, a ricochet who riddles
A ring of ~ A flaneur.
He strikes a chord,
The hail of Harkin, purloins
Sound in arrears. He says to me,
'Tranquil,'
Exactly to me as a Harlequin dances,
If checkered Its tights ~ Of a leopard's leotards.
But It is not round, since,
The spots of a leopard, if split, flounce.
But my head no longer bounces ~
Splat, it goes, no matter, now, what I know.
My animation stripped, not even striped,
Nor oddly framed."
~ Twittering
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Date: 23 Mar 2006 11:50:19
From: Dave Turner
Subject: Re: "Upon a lane a bicycler pedals ...
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Johnny likes it
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