There was once a fine patriot.

[Iris Sirius]

Right, exactly.  Here come the window wiper blades, curiously fogging the
shores as they claim to clean them.

The argument is as old as Consciousness itself--who cares?  So Jupiter is
blasting anpther planet it bits--who cares?  Duck. Hide.

We're all so mellow,
blowin up the mideast-o,
who the fuck cares,o
whether something higher is-o
responsiblo-

Just keep forgetting
Jute keep forgetting.
Act like an ass when someone reminds you.
Just keep forgetting.

On Sat, Feb 2, 2013 at 9:54 PM, Michael Bailey <michael.lee.bailey at gmail.com
> wrote:

> there once was a fine patriot
> who really cared about the issues a lot
> he danced 'mong the flowers
> for hours and hours
> - ah the 60's weren't the end, oh indeed not...
>
> there once was a dick named Sportello
> whose chums knew him for a fine fellow
> detecting he mastered
> and located Shasta
> also winning 10 g's - very mellow!
>
> there once was a poet named quine
> whose poetry was very fine
> but he never got published,
> in fact his stuff was called rubbish
> because he inevitably and incorrigibly always tried to stuff waaaay
> too many words in the very last line!
>
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