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                   POEM OF THE DAY (Issue 4)
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--- Monday, September 02, 2002
 
This is a poem....................................................in stereo
Make sure your eyes...........................................are open wide
To enjoy this...................................................experience.

Look!.....................................................................1
2.........................................................................3
4...................................................................got ya!

In caves of night......................................in caves dark bright
There lived a man.............................................and his wife.
They had a son...............................................a daughter too

But no cats or dogs........................................With moss to eat
Water to drink...........................................they were content.
One dark dark night.....................................lightning thundered

Crash! Crash! Bang! Bang!..................................Boulders tumbled
Tall trees fell down..................................Their cave was sealed
With no more hope......................................They died that night

THE.....................................................................END

--- Tuesday, September 03, 2002
 
Great are the fluctuations that tumble success and strife
Small are the differences between start and end of life

Great is the fame when a sudden bell rings
Small is the ground from which a great fire springs

Great is the quantity that one eats and drinks
Small is the volume that one pisses and shits

Great are the numbers of creatures, birds, and trees
Small are the numbers of truly unique bees

Great is the size of a swollen head
Small is the hand which holds that head

All things great and small.

--- Wednesday, September 04, 2002
 
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      tight corset
    three inch ocean
   the trochaic trap
 <                   >
   lilly of greeting
     gertude stein
       relic toe
           \/

--- Thursday, September 05, 2002
 
it was the best of times
t  a   h      s  o     e                                     
   s   e      r        m                                     
              o        i                                  
              w        t                                   

                   h                                         
                   s  l                                      
it was the age of wisdom
t  a   h     g  o   s o                                              
   s   e     a      e f                                         
                    n                                    

           a n         l                                     
it was the epoch of belief
t  a   h   s s    o    g 
   s   e               h                                      
                       t                                    

it was the season of darkness
t  a   h   p    g  o      p
   s   e   r              o
           i              h                              

            h  o                                               
we had everything before us
e  a          n   e o e   u                                    
   d          g                                               

         a  o     i          r                        
we were all going direct to heaven
e  e e   l    n     e t  h  t         way              
              g          e  o                              


--- Friday, September 06, 2002
 
An empty head, and empty purse
A full head, a full purse
An empty fool.

Harvey Peter Sucksmith
HIV pee suck

The pumpkin coach 
Makes an approach
I never knew.

I never knew.