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Very knowing of you, Knut. And Patrick, please send pills to the following address ... On second thoughts, no. Just sharing my feelings helped get over that little slump. I shared originally with a friend in Perth, and she said, 'Write me a poem - spitting, nasty, acid language poem - by lunchtime.' So I sat down to write - and that little rhyming verse came out. On 20/09/06, Knut Mork Skagen <[log in to unmask]> wrote: > On 9/20/06, andrew burke <[log in to unmask]> wrote: > > The black dog's at the door > > but he's only a pup. > > If I don't feed him > > he won't grow up. > > Too true. Unfortunately, the black dog has a tendency to root around > in the trash you thought was picked up the other day and find himself > a meal anyway. > > --Knut > -- Andrew http://hispirits.blogspot.com/ http://www.bam.com.au/andrew