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needles needling needlessly with little thread... or much of anything else...

(foolish dribbles to be written at uncertain times, on an irregular basis, from uncertain sections of the ever expending universe, and from whatever dimension I-We-Us-Them might find ourselves/ myself in …)

Tuesday, April 05, 2005

01h01 


      Preg-A-lig

            stag-A-mig

looking for a line

      the       –       [blank]       –       is out for lunch

and he’s got the dictionary
            in his sister’s paunch
kangaroo style.

      We = Must = Wine.

      Sauvignon Blanc from N.Z.
not so fruity and jam-sweet
            strawberry
as its Californian counter-part

                                          Thank GAAUUD.

Like water it pours from the spout
Like water it pours from the spout
            and from water
it was transformed like Christ

                                          Thank GAAUUD

            did once

on a wedding night which might have been his

                        (though)

not mine       wedding-less.

      Sister, wed thee ME to thee

on the water turned to wine in the pitcher turned to stone.

            (and from water
it was transformed like Christ...

            did once on a wedding night which might have been his
            though
not mine       wedding-less.)

      Sister,             wed thee ME to thee

on the water turned to wine in the pitcher turned to stone.
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