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Posted by Keith K. on September 02, 2002 at 12:18:42:
A poem a day Somewhere the sun is fretting Nowhere to run
haloo horay,
and every dog his own
a kennel club
an Irish pub
and each without a phone:
Somewhere the moon is wet
Somewhere dear dad’s a diaper-man
Somewhere the milk’s cow sweat.
Nowhere to hide
Nowhere to rise at nine
Nowhere to think
If red is pink
Or drink with Caroline.