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Sonnet Zork You are standing in an open field west of a white house, with a boarded front door. There is a small mailbox here. Within the mailbox lies an envelope containing a white powdery substance. The envelope’s stamp has not been cancelled, and a message from the PO says there’s still twenty-two cents due. But who, when you’re dead, will pay? Who will pay when you’re dead? Hal Halvard Johnson ================ [log in to unmask] http://home.earthlink.net/~halvard/index.html http://entropyandme.blogspot.com http://imageswithoutwords.blogspot.com http://www.hamiltonstone.org http://home.earthlink.net/~halvard/vidalocabooks.html