The Alan Sondheim Mail Archive


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     //////////////// this bangs me hard ////////////////
     //////////////// upon the head ////////////////
     //////////////// this metal plate ////////////////
     //////////////// into me fed  ////////////////
     //////////////// i am the bard  ////////////////
     //////   /////// of air and lead //////   ///////
     ///// ///#////// i learned to hate ///// ///#//////
     ///// ///#////// when it was said ///// ///#//////
     ///// ///#////// i had been barred ///// ///#//////
     //////###/////// i'd soon be dead //////###///////
     //////////////// it was my fate ////////////////
     //////////////// to death i'm wed ////////////////
     //////////////// this poem is marred ////////////////
     //////////////// it's rhyme i'll shed ////////////////
     //////////////// it's not too late ////////////////
     //////////////// i'm almost healthy ////////////////

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