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From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.aol.com>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: The Sorrowful Playnte and the Music
Date: Fri, 5 Mar 2010 12:18:41 -0500 (EST)
The Sorrowful Playnte and the Music "For all of playnte my song is sett, Wich long hathe served and nought can gett. A faithefull herte so trulye mente Rewardid is full slenderelye." "Each morn I wake, pray soule to take; Before I do things evil, rash, I order ye to gie me cash." "To be olde, alas, and destitute, my poem not worth a farthing, What would best me, but eternal gath'ring?" "I canna face the Warld again, Makar and Maker walk among them." "For tis a young man's world with young men's girls, A young girl's earth, to art and love give birth." http://www.alansondheim.org/naiad.mp3