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the blade of my wit

can be quite shockingly sharp

as its point is well made always

so then.......

must I admit

to being forced to sink the ship

to put out the fire

colling the flames so to quench such desire

be it we the so humble

who confess to such quaint impediments of

little true matter

veiling small points of minute self flattery

I then present to you

rather

doubt dressed up

a tarnished silver platter

Good God!

I sound like a fly

trying to translate Shakespeare

quick

somebody swat me..............

(Dec. 16, 1999)