Sure Zbaby, I'm there with you,
come on Minxy - let's go and screw
around with manacles of rhyme
and passe gud weed in metered time
beside the rippling cyber lake,
eat Compaq cookies, chips and cake
and watch the deer and kangaroos
strum and sing the greens, the blues.
Come live with me and be my love
and our pleasures will more than ever prove
that sage and thyme are on our side.
Such gud weeds of song won't glide
into oblivion or diatribe.
Time will tell just who can scribe.
...and Mr Sundell, nonsense is house style.
Thus we hereby dub you Carl Sundial.
[This message has been edited by chris (edited August 22, 2002).]
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