19:15 PST 3/28/00 513 bytes
my sacred lingam ~
                               morning heroes germ
                               moonlit brows gum
                               moisture terra jam

17:11 JST 1/19/99 356 bytes
Abacus ~
               Riviera showered handle
               burrows noodle noodle
               Murrell Sherrill eWorld
               eWorld moonlit wrath

15:35 PST 4/1/00 591 bytes
chickn coop Merville ~
                                    element moon
Medina
                                    demon man mistress
                                    element Roar Mena

17:29 PST 11/12/04 400 bytes
samhain ~
                 madman
                 moon malnourish
                 Wordsworth nuoemo
                 neocolon mortuary
                 mailman woemry
                 madman

21:05JST 9/14/98 356 bytes
stream ~
               snowiest moons proudest miwitx
               Mart morut merits mount

12:51 PST 8/30/06 1192 bytes
why not 
chaperone the moon ~
                                    roan era
Iranegiosb 
                                                    
tan pula
                                    room alt
orooryionla 
                                                    
tan Mew
chaperone ~
                    enerezunb enerezunb
                    enerqioda enuszionb fragrant

             
--- Thomas savage <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote:

> Why Not Chaperone The Moon
>    
>   She doesn't live in my neighborhood
>   Although she generously supplies some light.
>   Light has never asked for supervision
>   Nor does it need some from me,
>   Living or dead, she has her own breathing
>   Which, although I have never seen,
>   I can expect will continue
>   Unassisted and unsupervised by me.
>    
>   Tom Savage
>   8/30/06
>    
>   P.S.:Thanks for your marvelous poem.
> 
> Sheila Murphy <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote:
>     contenderless white ivy's cranked to pitch
>   the forken lattices go numb where limber
>   lumbed the nimble fracas worth of justice
>   tickling autumn norms askance
>    
>   whenever wombs are fed the facts one
>   leans open then to lactose treacle
>   tapped against the parenthetical
>   enormous wanton leash to cry
>    
>   and every cry goes forth / does not
>   soak in / oak leaves feather before
>   weighing down the tracks left on
>   the blacktop foreground of oak
>    
>   ridge drive where lawns smell
>   sweet as slumber every rationale
>   is authorized one speaks thus 
>   to the myrtle to the daffodils the cottonwood
>    
>   sheila e. murphy
> 
> 
>                       
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