| Subject: | f/friday poem, another one |
| From: | Alistair Bell |
| Date: | Fri, 12 May 1995 12:09:26 -0700 (PDT) |
I'm sorry, its a sickness... Hella, Hella. (I'm not going to apologize to Blake) Hella, Hella, burning bright In the Vanagon late at night What relay size or guage of wire, Could tame thy fearful 'lectric fire? Alistair
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