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
>
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Andrew
http://hispirits.blogspot.com/
http://www.bam.com.au/andrew
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