Following the interested responses in Jon's poems, I felt urged to offer up a small piece for similar comment, should anyone wish to. k A TIP FOR MOZAMBIQUE I idle all day and frisk covert rapacity mine to glide from the deplorable verdure of what ardour. Pathos is the total metrics of all this, everything, the winning pretence of immodesty, every fail-safe inch a rebuttal. %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%