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Michael Cantor M.A. Griffiths Jan D. Hodge Rose Kelleher Janet Kenny Ralph La Rosa Robert Schechter Marion Shore Julie Stoner --Back to Bumbershoot Contents-- |
Tailgaters Picnicby various authorsThere was a roaring in the wind all night; When I have fears that I may cease to be To see a World in a Grain of Sand I struck the board and cried, “No more; If I should die, think only this of me: Little lamb, who made thee? Mary had a little lamb Wee, sleekit, cow’rin’, tim’rous beastie, Do not go gentle into that good night Cast a cold eye on life, on death, Build me more stately mansions, O my soul! A slumber did my spirit seal; I knew a woman, lovely in her bones, Let us go then, you and I, Glory be to God for dappled things— After great pain, a formal feeling comes— |