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Date Posted: 19:42:50 11/04/02 Mon
Author: Henny Wordsworth Longfeller
Subject: I Wandered Lonely as a Clod

I wandered lonely as a clod,
That slurps low under sewers and streets,
When all at once I saw a god,
A host, of golden deep fried treats;
Beside the scum, beneath the whores,
Gobbling and spitting in the doors.

Demented as the brains that fry
And sizzle on the lighted way,
They lurched in ever-churning lie
Along the chorus line so gay:
Ten million saw the Grateful Dead,
Toss their lunch with dripping head.

The pimps beneath them belched; but then
Out-did the poorly dressed in Goth:
A plumber could not milk a hen,
Or turn a pumpkin to a Sloth:
I smoked and drank but little light
What idiots were not so bright:

For sometimes when my couch is bent
In vacant lots or alleys drab,
They dangle on that crumpled dent
Which mourns the partridge on the slab;
And then my stomach makes such noise,
And lumbers with the ten foot boys.

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