That's what I got Christina,
let's be wrong together.
Roger
----- Original Message -----
From: "Christina Fletcher" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Tuesday, July 15, 2003 11:02 PM
Subject: Re: New sub: Riddle
> Nope, I can't solve the riddle unless the answer's soul and I'm pretty
sure
> it's not. I like the poem a lot, insect. I wait panting in the wings to
know
> the answer...
> bw
> christina
>
>
> > Riddle
> >
> > When I was a swan my neck
> > was a proud curve, yes;
> > I braved the wind and water
> > and launched beauty,
> > like a longship on the flood.
> >
> > When I was a dog, I ate warm grass
> > from the bellies of my prey,
> > felt packed muscles under pelt.
> > I ogled the moon and howled.
> > Her face gave me my clue.
> >
> > When I was a bat, I hung
> > through light and flew the straits
> > of night. Hunched in your hand
> > I blink blearily at you,
> > my grounded body curved.
> >
> > When I was a snake
> > I waited in the grass
> > until I found the right angle
> > 0f trajectory. Look,
> > I begin to turn into leather.
> >
> > When these creatures are combined
> > you will find my whole in mind.
> >
> > grasshopper
>
>
>
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