when I hear the word 'moderation,' I reach for my gun

[Sojourner]

At 01:57 PM 7/25/97 -0400, Mittelwerk at aol.com wrote:
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>so, it's all come down to this.  
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>after the P-list, poetry is impossible.
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WHENEVER YOU MEET
someone deep drunk
yet full of wisdom
be aware and watch
this person is enthralled
only by love

anytime you see
someone who seems gone
tipsy and happy
filled with rapture
be sure and observe
this is the condition
of someone in love

if you see a head
happy and thrilled
filled with joy
every night and day
this head was fondled
by the fingers of love

every moment
someone is blessed
a tree sprouts
an angel flies
even a monster
leaps with delight

when your body
feels together
when your soul
wants to unite
you are chosen
for a blissful love


for you... Mittelwerk