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From: marek@casbah.acns.nwu.edu (Marek Lugowski)
Subject: this haiku has no title / Marek, cup the disgrace, Re: An Act of Kindness (was: Re: a rose-fingered...)
Organization: Northwestern University, Evanston Illinois.
Date: Wed, 23 Dec 1992 05:40:40 GMT

[a poem follows]

In article <NIKOLAY.92Dec22211904@husc10.harvard.edu>
nikolay@husc10.harvard.edu (Philip Nikolayev) writes:

>At any rate, I have no interest in anyone's delusions except
>Plato's and my own...
...
>I doubt that you have seen any of my verse, Bill, unless, of course, you
>read Russian and have access to Moscow periodicals and anthologies.
>If you did, though, you'd have a hell of a hard time trying to show
>that it doesn't scan.
...
>No disclaimers. All the above opinions have been
>approved by the Harvard Board of Trustees and 
>the Harvard Administrative Board.
>
>Philip Nikolayev
>nikolay@husc.harvard.edu

I have a hard time resisting not duplicating and sending that last claim to
your university's Board of Trustees as well a its Administrative Board as a
courtesy.  They should know their own opinions, don't you think?  It's a
matter of integrity and accountability. 

Incidentally, Mr. Plato fucked little boys in the arse, lots and lots, so
tells me a licensed historian (I know how licences and proofs of attainment
are important to you, thus my qualification of her qualifications).  I only
mention it because you asked what I thought of child abuse.

Well, um, I think it is a natural expression of Platonic love.  As long as
Plato wears a condom and the child agrees, and the parents and the
community bless it.

Would you say that was Platonic of me?  I am just concerned with your
delusions, Plato-dude, not with the world, which we all know, is just a
shadow, to quote that other Plato-dude, Mick Jagger.

				-- Marek

Merry Berry.  I wish you'd post some of your Russian verse that scans so we
can see if you lied.  Now that you post claims that are not true, it is
hard to give you much credibility, you know.  So help us rehabilitate you,
Comrade Nikolayev.  There may be no life after literal death, but we
sure can do miracles about bringing you back from a literary one...



                this haiku has no title
                -------------------------------------------------------------
 
                pretty girl
                marek jumps to conclusion
                end of haiku
 
 
                        Marek Lugowski
                        22 October 1992
                        Chicago, Illinois
From: moh2@quads.uchicago.edu (Kateri/Mary Anne)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: American in Lodnon (c&c welcome)
Date: 23 Dec 92 14:52:57 GMT
Reply-To: moh2@midway.uchicago.edu
Organization: University of Chicago Computing Organizations

American in London

The Tower of Babel thrives in London
	where tourists abound
		and cosmopolitan Europeans switch languages with aplomb.

Duelling Englishmen fight to give directions, voices surprisingly raised,
	and the most impeccable BBC accent comes from an old woman
		selling flowers.

And I, hapless American, search vainly for 'Lester Square',
	which I am assured is not far from 'Glosster'.

Until a smiling man who speaks little English,
	but understands plaintive lost puppy-dog looks,
		takes my arm and gently steers me to my destination.

An Italian in London.


*****

M.A. Mohanraj
England
-- 
 
Here, write it, or it will be erased by the wind.

					 - Isabel Allende
From: NAT@drao.nrc.ca (Natalie Prowse)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: equating the emotional curve / Natalie
Date: 23 Dec 92 19:46:14 GMT
Organization: Dominion Radio Astrophysical Observatory
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		equating the emotional curve
		-------------------------------------------------------------


		numbness.  abscence.
		an echoing hollow void.

		yachting.

		like the empty sail
		barely fluttering 
		as the winds of emotion
		change direction,
		take a different tack.

		plotting.

		waiting for another sine,
		a wave to ride upon
		my function has shifted.
		my slope has gone to zero.
		let's hope this is a local min
		and not an inflection point.
 
            		-Natalie  / Nov 10-Dec 23, 1992
 
 

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		  |  *spice* to one's transgressions..."  - J.H.
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From: ktw@polaris.att.com (79243-wolman)
Subject: Winter Solstice
Originator: news@cbnewsb.cb.att.com
Organization: AT&T
Date: Tue, 22 Dec 1992 00:23:25 GMT


WINTER SOLSTICE

In the six a.m. kitchen,
a place of solitary silent prayers
in the name of sleeplessness and unspeakable loss,
the moment glares in Edward Hopper colors,
an image of nighthawks,
slumped under the light,
but part of, filled with, the outer darkness:
and Jacob, my firstborn hostage to fortune,
still adjusting to his high school schedule,
comes from untroubled sleep
to moan out the title of a C & W song parody:
_I don't know whether to kill myself
or go bowling_:
and I laugh soundlessly,
feeling my teeth exposed
as the muscles contract backward near my mouth,
forming the day's first mask.
"Neither do I," I whisper, relieved
for that moment
that neither of us feels the meaning.

Kenneth Wolman, December 21, 1992
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Subject: ever have one of these?
From: jabolliger@miavx3.mid.muohio.edu
Date: 2 Jan 93 19:52:50 EST

			Recovery	

	For a long time
	I waited by the phone.

	Hello is that you?
	Hello hello hello?

	I wrote you letters
	they sit at the bottom of my drawer.

	I twisted slowly, tried to wake
	tried to reconcile my self to your absence.

	I was familiar with distance
	but you didn't say you were leaving.

	You vampire
	Don't wait for me to conclude you affairs.

	What you were is of no consequence.
			I never knew you.

Jean Ann 
1-02-93
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From: marek@casbah.acns.nwu.edu (Marek Lugowski)
Subject: Re: postcard/harvard square  -- Z / Marek
Organization: Northwestern University, Evanston Illinois.
Date: Sat, 2 Jan 1993 19:50:13 GMT

In article <1i4eriINNhea@usenet.INS.CWRU.Edu>
bu016@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Zita Marie Evensen) writes:

>>>         Postcard from Harvard Square
>(much deleted)
>
>............
>
>Thanks Marek. You have been of great help indeed.
>However, as one would notice the original poem isn't posted,
>Thought I deleted it ... 

You're a strange little Zita, Zita.  Was Les on target when accusing you
of only wishing to hear praise?  Perhaps you should make this explicit
in your plea for feeedback -- no one here (with the possible exception of
the Harvard boys) wishes to annoy you for the Platonic joy of annoying. :)

>I guess I need to research the Cambridge environs before I
>write a postcard next time :)  

As if you haven't already.  I noticed you noticed the cobblestones...

Thanks for the info.

You are very welcome.  Meet me on the square soemtime?

>This is a very good example of an EFL poem.

What's that?

>BTW, I thought leven means lawn. Please explain.

A typo.  What language is leven = lawn?
marek casbah 4: tell leaven
Cross references:
  1. infuse
 
1. leav.en \'lev-*n\ n [ME levain, fr. MF, fr. (assumed) VL levamen, fr. L
   levare to] raise - more at LEVER 1a: a substance (as yeast) used to
produce
   fermentation in dough or a liquid; esp : SOURDOUGH 1b: a material (as
   baking powder) used to produce a gas that lightens dough or batter 2:
   something that modifies or lightens as mass or aggregate
2. leaven \'lev-(*-)nin\ vt or leav.en.ing 1: to raise (as bread) with a
   leaven 2: to mingle or permeate with some modifying, alleviating, or
          ^
   vivifying element


>Thanks again.

Don't mention it.  Do mention why you give the appearance of taking offense.

				-- Marek
>Z.
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From: dsoconne@quads.uchicago.edu (Daniel S OConnell)
Subject: Wall / Dano
Keywords: (c) 1992, all rights reserved
Reply-To: dsoconne@midway.uchicago.edu
Organization: Dead Poets Society
Date: Sun, 27 Dec 1992 03:48:28 GMT

A Wall

I pound my fists against the white curtain

It is a cold brick wall, immense with
unrecognizable graffiti, & hidden in
the chinks are foreigner's wailings

Who now in death, in an over-painted
small room, sleep the sleep of the damned.

And still there is that Wall.
From: moh2@quads.uchicago.edu (Kateri/Mary Anne)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Numbness  (c&c welcome)
Date: 23 Dec 92 15:02:52 GMT
Reply-To: moh2@midway.uchicago.edu
Organization: University of Chicago Computing Organizations

Numbness

Time heals.
They reassured me constantly.
They never mentioned that
Time erases.

Love that I had tried to yank up by the roots,
Yet which clung tenaciously for months on end,
Is gone.
Withered and faded to dust,
No longer defining me.

I am only the sum of my memories.
This healing has lessened me.

I want to have my misery back.


*****

M.A. Mohanraj
England
December 12, 1992

-- 
 
Here, write it, or it will be erased by the wind.

					 - Isabel Allende
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From: ekd2t@poe.acc.Virginia.EDU (Edward K. Derby)
Subject: Re: Anne Bradstreet/American Women Poets/Women Writers
Organization: University of Virginia
Date: Tue, 22 Dec 1992 15:54:34 GMT

John Berryman wrote a work called Homage to Mistress Bradstreet. A poets
poem about another poet.
--
E. K. Derby
Library Assistant
Original Cataloging
Alderman Library
From: pts2@ns1.cc.lehigh.edu (PAUL THOMAS STROBL)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Re: the word FUCK
Date: 22 Dec 92 02:54:14 GMT
Organization: Lehigh University

In article <BzMCs9.33D@cs.dal.ca>, kumar@ug.cs.dal.ca (kumar yelubandi) writes:
>>Subject: Re: fuck / jtrue
>>Message-ID: <72003@cup.portal.com>
>
>>What? Fuck is a perfectly good anglo-sax
>>to describe what our uptight culture has only
>>medical terms(mostly) to describe.
>
>>I don't think it implies institutionalized misogyny
>>at all. Everybody who has sex fucks. Are Gay men and
>>women who use the term indulging in hatred of women?
>>In rec.arts.poems, jtrue@acpub.duke.edu (jtrue) writes:
>
>>>
>>> -jtrue
>>>
>>> PS:
>>> The biggest problem with
>>> fuck with respect to sex
>>> is that it essentially means hate
>>> (hence the violence;
>>> toward women by men).
>>>
>
>
>
>       Hmmm...others can interpret differently, but sex is essentially
>a physical act.  It's a mashing of the groins...a collision of cock and
>cunt to put it bluntly.  'Fuck' is merely the documenting term.
>
>       As far as promoting violence towards wimmin...possibly.
>Unfortunately, there's a certain fraction in the community that engages
>in violence towards wimmin...the cretins belonging to this group often see
>wimmin only as property, something to beat up and beat off on.
>To these, 'fuck' is the working term for sex.  Love and intimacy humanizes
>wimmin; 'fuck' dehumanizes them to masses of meat...hence the
>working terminology for this cretinous class.  In this sexual union,
>there is a 'fucker' (the cretin), and the 'fuckee' (the mass of meat).
>The classic dichotomy of "to fuck' or 'to be fucked' results.
>
>       However, there is an innocuous side to the word 'fuck'.  Most
>people use it as a term of endearment (sarcasm attempted here).  The
>word 'fuck' is a method of venting steam, a channel for negative energy
>to drain through.  In many instances, it is a substitute for violence...
>the 'action of inaction' so to speak.  Hence, it is a handy term for
>heading off violence, "two dogs barking because both are afraid to bite".
>(it could be used to incite violence, too, I suppose...but more often
>to diffuse, I think)
>
>       And of course, there is the 'erotic interpretation'.  The term
>'fuck' is (paradoxically) an intellectual stimulant.  It's a dirty word
>that ignites erotic fantasy...and as apples on an apple tree, it is common
>in the phraseology of mutual vocal foreplay.  In any resulting sexual
>union, there are two 'fuckers' (both partners in a couple) and two 'fuckees'
>(again, both partners).  Dichotomy being included, on occasion, by mutual
>consent.
>
>       Conclusion:  To reconcile many different usages of the word
>                    'fuck' into one common consequence (ie. violence
>                    against wimmin) is invalid, IMHO.
>
>       Kumar

Poetry anyone???

--Tex
-- 

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From: bu016@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Zita Marie Evensen)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Diamante    /Z.
Date: 28 Dec 1992 15:16:18 GMT
Organization: Case Western Reserve University, Cleveland, OH (USA)
Reply-To: bu016@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Zita Marie Evensen)
NNTP-Posting-Host: hela.ins.cwru.edu



This poem is dedicated to grandmothers and all women who remember.

                   Happy New Year!

 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

                      DIAMANTE

On her seventy-fifth birthday celebration,
She watches, from the balcony, grandchildren
Playing tag in the moonlight.

Melodies from guitars oscillate
The waves of time ...
As young swains serenade her
With plaintive songs of love.

She draws her gold mantilla
Across her face.
She coyly smiles ...
She is eighteen again !

            ***

zita maria evensen
c1992, may 31st
-- 
.. i am a romantic .... no apologies ......
Posted-Date: Tue, 22 Dec 92 14:48:13 CST
Received-Date: Tue, 22 Dec 92 14:47:08 CST
From: Rian Schmidt <rians@cfsmo.honeywell.com>
Subject: Kat by a Window
To: rec.arts.poems
Date: Tue, 22 Dec 92 14:48:13 CST
Cc: jimh2@blkbird.CFSMO.Honeywell.COM, markah3@blkbird.CFSMO.Honeywell.COM
Mailer: Elm [revision: 66.25]
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Organization: mailEnteringNews at Honeywell SRC


_Kat by the Window_

Kat by the window
Convulsively gacking
Wants to munch that birdie
And send the others packing

A roastette on the feeder
A morsel on the lawn
Kat would like to eat 'er
'Til every feather's gone

Kat's left us slowpoke humanoids
Her soul's atop that fowl.
She's dipping wings in birdie juice
And lunching on its bowel.

She's suffering from some dissonance
This feline death machine
She's stuck here in the livingroom
Reacting to a dream.

-- Rian Schmidt 12/22/92


--
Rian Schmidt - rians@cfsmo.honeywell.com
             - RISCHMID@vx.cis.umn.edu

Honeywell Commercial Flight Systems
Minneapolis Operations
From: dsoconne@quads.uchicago.edu (Daniel S OConnell)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Masks / Dano
Keywords: (c) 1992, all rights reserved
Date: 27 Dec 92 03:42:22 GMT
Reply-To: dsoconne@midway.uchicago.edu
Organization: Dead Poets Society

Masks


Horses don't wear masks
cantering through corn fields

No face paint, no persona
No benign occult phrases
No waffling over photos
for the album

No getting tangled in curtains
no falling off the stage

Just contented oats &
tasty water with bulging eyes

No horse-y bibles
no equine scripture
no word for "balance"

Just munching, munching
slaking thirst & the
occasional other actors
---also naked


--
Dano (comments appreciated)
From: moh2@quads.uchicago.edu (Kateri/Mary Anne)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Young Lovers  (c&c welcome)
Date: 23 Dec 92 15:09:09 GMT
Reply-To: moh2@midway.uchicago.edu
Organization: University of Chicago Computing Organizations

Young Lovers

Leaning against a gray lorry, his arms embrace slender shoulders
and a fall of auburn brightness in the lamplit London street.
Chin atop her head, he beams at the world.

For one instant, I would, if I could, tear them apart.
Envy spasms like a dying heart.

But it passes.

And as I pass I smile back at him,
agreeing that love is indeed grand;
his grin grows a little wider.


Better luck to you, kids.


*****

M.A. Mohanraj
England
-- 
 
Here, write it, or it will be erased by the wind.

					 - Isabel Allende
From: bu016@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Zita Marie Evensen)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: perdidos
Date: 23 Dec 1992 13:10:02 GMT
Organization: Case Western Reserve University, Cleveland, OH (USA)
Reply-To: bu016@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Zita Marie Evensen)
NNTP-Posting-Host: hela.ins.cwru.edu


      
             Perdidos

       donde estan
       las sonrisas y lagrimas
       de ayer?

       como los aves extraviados
       de mis pensamientos ...
       no se.

                 ***


zita evensen
c1992, dec 22


-- 
.. i am a romantic .... no apologies ......
From: root@bing.UUCP (Administrator)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: poem (c & c welcome)
Date: 1 Jan 93 17:41:40 GMT
Organization: Bing's Rubber Chicken Factory -- "Our clucks are boneless."

on this new year i resolve
to never let pass a chance to laugh
to task my diaphram to the fullest

to spread chaos wherever i find order
dull and rigid and without color
not to destroy but to recreate

to find god
in the sprouting of new leaves
on baren trees

to finally go on that hot-air balloon ride
without losing my self modesty

1/1/93
bhb

--
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National Data Corporation, Atlanta, GA       | I do not speak for NDC.   |
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From: jww@evolving.com (John W. Woolley)
Subject: Re: tools
Date: Thu, 31 Dec 1992 18:43:36 GMT
Organization: Evolving Systems, Inc.
X-Newsreader: Tin 1.1 PL4

For what it's worth, the books I refer to most often while writing
poetry are, in no particular order:

Oxford English Dictionary, 1st ed.
Merriam-Webster Unabridged Dictionary of the American Language, 2nd ed.
Johnson's Dictionary
Roget's Thesaurus
The Bible (King James)
The Bible (Vulgate)
Works of Shakespeare
Concordance to Shakespeare
Oxford Companion to English Literature
Cassell's Latin-English English-Latin Dictionary
-- 
Fr. John Woolley (jww@evolving.com); vastly enthusiastic about Augustine,
Austen, babies, Bach, backgammon, baseball, beer, the Bible, Botticelli, Burke,
Chesterton, Dante, Dixieland, hardboiled, Hitchcock, Dr Johnson, Latin, Mozart,
Shakespeare/de Vere, St Teresa, Tolkien, Trollope, Fats Waller, and Washington
From: doughe@tekig6.PEN.TEK.COM (Douglas E Helbling)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Solstice Love Options: Winter '92
Date: 30 Dec 92 10:36:57 GMT
Reply-To: doughe@lunaxyz.rain.com
Organization: Limited


	          Solstice Love Options: Winter '92


		On the day that I was told that
		  Easter Eggs weren't Christian Things,
		I ate my yolks and paused to wonder
		  'bout the source of onion rings.
		
		On the day that I discovered
		  how the May Pole got it's shape,
		I worried about the ribbons, 
		  then I worried about rape.

		On the day that I found out
		  from where the Yule Log got its name,
		I wondered which traditions were
		  ones I could truly claim.

		Still don't care where the Eggs come from,
		  though when is still moon-driven.
		And my pole, you know, it only goes 
		  in places where consent is given.

		The tree I decorate each year?
		  It's living is the yard.
		And I live by this tradition:
		  try not to think too hard.

					-- Seasons' Greetings,
						Doug Helbling
--
        ----------------------------------------------------------------
           					Doug Helbling
From: moh2@quads.uchicago.edu (Kateri/Mary Anne)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Masefield poem
Date: 30 Dec 92 19:50:50 GMT
Reply-To: moh2@midway.uchicago.edu
Organization: University of Chicago



In article <1992Dec28.191736.10998@vax.oxford.ac.uk> vollrath@vax.oxford.ac.uk (Alun ap Rhisiart) writes:
>Hi again,
>
>(Hope this looks okay, this editor is going crazy)	
>About 15 years ago I read a sonnet by (I thought) John Maisfield (sp?).

Sorry, the only poem I know by him is the one following...which I
love, so will repost anyway.  And I think it's John Masefield.

*****

I must down to the sea again, to the lonely sea and sky.
And all I ask is a tall ship, and a star to steer her by.

And the wheel's crack and the wind's song and a white sail's shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking.

*****

(from memory, so punctuation and occasional words may be off)

 - Mary Anne
-- 
i thank you God for most this amazing
day:  for the leaping greenly spirits of the trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes		 - e.e.cummings
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From: kt1@herahera.cc.bellcore.com (tellefsen,karen a)
Subject: Freezing Rain Driving
Organization: Bellcore, Livingston, NJ
Date: Thu, 31 Dec 92 14:40:16 GMT


	Freezing Rain Driving
		
	The rain has glazed the frozen ground;
	what shiny, shellacked treachery.
	If given half a choice I would 
	not drive on such a dazzled night. 
	There's no delight in gliding to  
	encounters with a tree or fence.
	So pensively I turn the key.
	So churns the engine's coughing hum;
	reminds me of the wretched ride,
	the wheel gripped trembling in knit gloves.
	Accelerating timid foot  
	steps slowly, guiding the slide home.

	12/28/92

			(useful suggestions were made by Marek)
-----------------------------------------
 The news poster gives a bad address;
 send e-mail to kt1@cc.bellcore.com  
 or it will be lost in the ascii aether.
 Karen Tellefsen

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From: js5190@oktext.sbc.com (Judy Sneed)
Subject: Re: Poem--Revolution
Reply-To: js5190@oktext.UUCP (Judy Sneed)
Organization: Southwestern Bell
Date: Wed, 30 Dec 92 23:11:02 GMT

In article <1992Dec28.152416.21964@wixer.cactus.org> ralph@wixer.cactus.org (Ralph Cherubini) writes:
>
>                             Revolution
>
>
>Believable in dark Africa
>in the southern country where everyone watches
>the animals are becoming strong
>the hyenas plot with the lions
>(desperation and opportunism linking paws)
>for the overthrow of the humans
>they all embroiled over matters of color
>stand looking at each others' bare arms in the bright sun
>and dispute the significance of brown and pink
>the animals plan to chew on legs only
>that way escaping notice...
>
>-- 
>ralph@wixer.cactus.org
>cactus.org!wixer!ralph

This is GREAT! Short, witty, and beautifully appropos.
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Subject: Re: Coffee Need - A Sonnet
From: nihil@oread.cc.ukans.edu
Date: 23 Dec 92 01:01:59 CST
Distribution: world
Organization: University of Kansas Academic Computing Serces

In article <1h6molINNo2i@leela.CS.ORST.EDU>, petersm@jacobs.CS.ORST.EDU (Marguerite Petersen) writes:
> I hereby post the following per Marek's request (since he asked so
> nicely) :-)  I apologize for it being a trifle (it is the holiday
> season after all) rough, as I was somewhat rushed.  On second thought
> my "trifle" comment will probably go over most people's heads (unless
> of course you have an English background.)  :-)

   sonnets are always welcome!  "trifling" ones doubly so.

c.j.
nihil@oread.cc.ukans.edu
> 
> 		Coffee Need - A Sonnet
> 	
> 	
> 	Upon arising, after 10 at least
> 	And trying not to stumble down the stairs
> 	Or tripping on my dog, the stupid beast
> 	Who runs before me with his backward stares
> 
> 	I drag myself toward the altar where
> 	If I am lucky someone else has made
> 	The necessary preparations there
> 	And thus partake of what I wouldn't trade
> 
> 	I curve my hands around my favorite cup
> 	And reverently I raise it to my lip
> 	As warmth begins to fill my body up
> 	I feel the energy from just one sip.
> 
> 		For all the tea in China, as they say
> 		I'd never trade for coffee.  Start the day! 
> 
> 
> 				Kathleen O'Toole,
> 				Bringer of Light
> 
> P.S.  This sonnet is dedicated to Marie.
> 
> 
> -- 
> *************************************************************************
> "Insufficient facts always invites danger, Captain."- Spock in Space Seed
> 	Marg Petersen	petersm@jacobs.cs.orst.edu
> *************************************************************************
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