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Poet In The Afterlife Poets find high commerce in the afterlife. Verse sell not in their life, but verse of a dead poet bloom like spring tulips in the afterlife. Who fame & money loved not, Poverty wished well, Society wished rot and go to hell --- thus, publishers sell the cold poet turned hot and good riddance and farewell. Ernest Slyman HomePage www.geocities.com/soho/7514 email: [log in to unmask] %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%