American Therapy
When in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes,
Relax. Go home. Get naked. Have some pies.
Shelley Cautions Keats
Life, like a dome of many colored glass,
When sat upon will lacerate your ass.
On Lyrical Effusion
Piping down the valleys wild
Incontinence my pants defiled.
[This message has been edited by Chris Childers (edited February 06, 2004).]
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