stanza, proem, but a lark

Jeff Bone jbone@jump.net
Tue, 31 Jul 2001 23:00:20 -0500


"the werl aren't nothin' but phantasee,
no more'n what 'appens, 'twixt you an' me,
our words x'changed er nought but this:
a drollop o' trut, a bucket o' piss...
write it down', lad, write it down.'"