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$$$ by - Anodyne $$$
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$$$ [ HOE E-Zine #993 -- 12/25/99 -- http://www.hoe.nu ] .,$$$
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Don't worry, this won't take too long. After all, it would be
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very uncaring of me to waste your precious minutes with drivel like this.
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Although, it is not puerility that I am worried about, it's
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superannuation. Wisdom comes with Time and the draining of the sand.
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Now build some sand castles before its gone. Rake those designs, go
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ahead.
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Books cannot offer much except crude representations of what is
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locked in the mind, and royalty checks. You know what is inside you. Do
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marks on the page clear it up for you?
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I saw Language spinning the Wheel of Fortune the other day, and he
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hit Bankrupt and the lady from Wyoming ended up winning the yacht. Half
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an hour later Alex Trebek was muttering something about the world's
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highest roller coaster, forgetting that mothers and daughters were
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screaming in delightful descent that very day.
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You could be out splashing in puddles right now. Last I checked
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there is no drought. Why then must there be scarcity of levity?
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Of course, philosophers argue that nobody accomplishes anything
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through happiness. Go starve in the streets like the mangy dogs you are,
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you frivolous childish happy little petty people. Philosophers argue and
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therein is their indictment. Excerpt from a philosopher's resume:
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EXPERIENCE
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Opposing positions disproved: 18
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Can't you graybeards and your sycophantic collegiate disciples say
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Yes for once? Bend your necks up from those musty tomes and breathe a
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little life. Trade that dust for a pail and a shovel.
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A lonely tear running in a rivulet
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Down a wrinkled cheek pooling in Despair
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No words comfort my lady anymore
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And death seems not an ending but repair
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Behind those eyes a hammer pounds on a
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Coffin nail and the ghost of Poe hovers silent
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And in front of those eyes everything
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Is bright and butter scotch and here a child
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And there a kitten and a puppy dancing and so
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My lady looks outside
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[ (c) !LA HOE REVOLUCION PRESS! HOE #993, BY ANODYNE - 12/25/99 ]
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