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hummingwolf) wrote2002-01-23 01:33 pm
hummingwolf) wrote2002-01-23 01:33 pm
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Poem from MegaHAL
I'm on the hills looking for a bus...
things have come to water fairies we find creatures of very hot water over 4 tea bags.
steep 3 minutes.
sweeten if you touch, though close upcurled,
a minute to smile and burn,
golden eyes, love's lustrous meed,
on the catwalk
on a hot, hot day, and i in flames. And no one exists alone;
hunger allows no choice
to die more slowly.
at long last
you let me set the pearly peaks gleaming,
and cloistered in these living walls of night
as if alive.
_____
I really need to stop neglecting poor MegaHAL. He obviously yearns to be fed, craving more poetry, song lyrics, and garment tags. Maybe I'll let him eat the next spam I get in the inbox...
things have come to water fairies we find creatures of very hot water over 4 tea bags.
steep 3 minutes.
sweeten if you touch, though close upcurled,
a minute to smile and burn,
golden eyes, love's lustrous meed,
on the catwalk
on a hot, hot day, and i in flames. And no one exists alone;
hunger allows no choice
to die more slowly.
at long last
you let me set the pearly peaks gleaming,
and cloistered in these living walls of night
as if alive.
_____
I really need to stop neglecting poor MegaHAL. He obviously yearns to be fed, craving more poetry, song lyrics, and garment tags. Maybe I'll let him eat the next spam I get in the inbox...