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Tarnation if that ain't the limit! By gum, here's a lil ol limey with the crux of a skinny troubadour's unemployed knightly dilemma stuck in one hip pocket between a T-bag and Roy Rogers! Pass me a tin a that Joe, willya please? Plus ca change... hey, lookee there! behind that tumbleweed! Ain't that a snipe? with "Ce que vous vouldrez" in gules argent rampant, debouched? - Jack Spandrift [out on the range with nary a dime to his name] >from Ian Davidson, _Human to Begin With_: > >he takes his cue to his day job leant over >a scuffed brogue of a boy on the run and >out of luck the tip replaced he folds the >papers in his pocket zips up braves the >daylight eyes on autofocus and mouth > >disengaged walks on legs like bamboo stilts >his words arranged like lines without end >a small child's whine on a weekend treat >he turns into a tea room at the sight >of the rot inside his mouth > >they up end on his head the tea urn >scream demon he dashes outside the brown >liquid gumming his eyes thank christ he >thought to himself his memory recycling >the plots of old westerns where the stinging > >grinds of ground coffee brought tears to many >a tough outlaw in a campfire fight he clicks >his heels adopts a swagger cue case >slapping his legs the papers >tight in his hip pocket > > > >Nate & Jane Dorward >[log in to unmask] >THE GIG magazine: http://www.geocities.com/ndorward/ >109 Hounslow Ave., Willowdale, ON, M2N 2B1, Canada >ph: (416) 221 6865 > > > %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%