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Pastimes : A Poetry Corner -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: poet who wrote (230)	5/10/1999 5:33:00 PM
From: DADEPFAN	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 1582

MUSIC There's music in my head It's going round and round At first I thought I was dead Then I realized what I'd found There's music in my head I have it turned way up loud I don't think it can be said But it's made me very proud There's music in my heart And that's the very best place I don't think it's left a mark But it sure does have a great taste There's music in my heart And my veins are all a glow Just like a cherry tart It really makes my juices flow There's music in my foot And it's bouncing all the time I don't know how long it took But it's better than a glass of wine There's music in my foot And I bet you didn't know Well, maybe you just didn't look It's right there next to my big toe There's music in both my eyes Yes, a couple of notes in each one And whenever the left one cries The right one plays the blues for fun There's music in both my eyes And it's a great thing to see But if my eyes were like a fly's I'd have a whole damn symphony! There's music in my soul And that's the most important place of all Even when I'm standing in a hole It makes me feel ten feet tall There's music in my soul And when I'm dead and gone After my body has turned to coal I'll still be singing my favorite song David A. Deautel

To: poet who wrote (230)	5/17/1999 11:27:00 PM
From: poet	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 1582

Mt. St. Helen's Volcano: Seen From The Air The contours are simple curves, the colors Nothing out of the ordinary. Simple star names--Big Dipper, the Ox; I see the shape of lips calling out But their soliloquy falls short of my ears. After the eruption--a clear day; The beauty of detachment from desire As Mt. St. Helen's sits in solitude, Clean and nude--not the speck of a building upon her-- For all the gods to see. How I long to leap down from the plane And sit shoulder-to-shoulder with you all morning long. --C.Y.C.