(Henry, Michael - guys, shhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I'm writing.)
Okay, here is my shortened ode to this cut short thread - an humble acquiesence:
The chair that I imagined
It's lines were like infinity's ass;
the curvatures and slope divined
an apparition of reclined
annunciation.
But 'twas an oafish prophecy
too early come to profit from;
I leant upon its grace - astounded?
I was floored.
[This message has been edited by Jason Kerr (edited June 15, 2006).]
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