Message-ID: <Pine.NEB.4.40.0112182345030.22454-100000@panix2.panix.com>
From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: CYBERMIND@LISTSERV.AOL.COM
Subject: -
Date: Tue, 18 Dec 2001 23:45:27 -0500
- - - - and carry food to wash, we'd squash that rumor - - but we saw it for ourselves these afternoons in summer - - from palms, we're linking liquor, key and other lime - - hey dante, meet me in the dark wood some other time - - holding onto things, seeing what they're bringing - - leave when they're roaring, soar when they're soaring - - look for our enemies and afternoons, the raccoons - - of showers, we're on pilgrimage, we're drinking moons - - searching for alligator; hey it's that time - - then we'll cross the channel and get more boring lime - - they approach with raccoon feet for spoons - - we'll crawl up and down this enormous body's moons - - we'll have some fun and climb around some rings - - woods and alligator wine, raccoon winking, sings - - -