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oh, the good ship sails in the early, early......
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sittin' on the thresh-hold
on
to
scattered mesh, fold
once
up
on the dotted lion
in
the
kitchen bacon's fryin'
crisp...
the canticles are sighin'...
Betelguese
swings
hard...Orion
tries
to
keep the fish from flyin'
in
the
face
of
blinking pidgeons
bartering
their coos for widgeons
while
the apples of some eyes
went
skating
under copper skies
in
rows
of twos
and threes... and more.....
have
left
their bonnets
at
the door
which
opened
with
the key of F....
that's
all
there is....
ain't
got
none left................
delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........
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Coach Roth (7/5/2008 4:27:00 AM)
Have always wanted to put Betelguese in a poem....and Orion is my favorite constellaton...wonderfully nimble with great imagination....Coach |
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