Date: 11-22-88 23:47
From: Sourdough Jackson
Subj: Prayer Drive
With every turn of the disk in the drive:
To him who helps the poet thrive
By swapping silver for the use
Of verse, sweet blessings from the Muse.
But woe to him who plays the thief,
Deletes this message--grant him grief!
For every time the disk spins around,
His luck shall tumble to the ground.
--Copyright (c) 1987 by Sourdough Jackson
[This was placed in the READ.ME of a couple of large poetry .ARCs I have
been putting out on the boards.]
--- Gnome v1.20
* Origin: The Lizard King-"I am the Lizard King; I can do