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Pastimes : Calling all SI Poets -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Volsi Mimir who wrote (2012)	7/27/2000 11:21:49 PM
From: lorrie coey	1 Recommendation Respond to of 2095

WooHa! By Claire Detourencellia My brother, sandals in the sand...Step brother, lightly lamenting the Dawn...shrill tones of Squelch Quench the dry desert sand. Standing like a Man, woven into fabrique not of his own design...but mine. Mine...the Dahtah. Detant is taught...a tight suit suits him fine. Theoretically.

To: Volsi Mimir who wrote (2012)	9/16/2000 5:35:22 PM
From: Volsi Mimir	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 2095

A Mad Fight Song for William S. Carpenter ,1966 Varus, varus, gib mir meine Legionen wieder Quick on my feet in those Novembers of my loneliness, I tossed a short pass, Almost the instant I got the ball, right over the head Of Barrel Terry before he knocked me cold. When I woke, I found myself crying out Latin conjugations, and the new snow falling At the edge of a green field. Lemoyne Crone had caught the pass, while I lay Unconscious and raging I Alone with the fire ghost of Catullus, the contemptuous graces tossing Garlands and hendecasyllabics over the head Of Cornelius Nepos the mastodon, The huge volume. At the edges of Southeast Asia this afternoon The quarterbacks and the lines are beginning to fall, A spring snow, And terrified young men Quick on their feet Lob one another's skulls across Wings of strange birds that are burning Themselves alive. (Note. Carpenter, a West Pointer, called for his own troops to be napalmed rather than have them surrender. General Westmoreland called him "hero" and made him his aide, and President Johnson awarded him a Silver Star for courage.) ~James Wright