January 3, 2001

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    I am feel so borderlined that nobody was upset with my Artichoke poem. It pisses *me* off, so why shouldn't it you? Hey, maybe you are all nearly as crazy-violent and lost as me. In that event, a different tack. A lullaby to awaken the beast:



    (from a playful interchange with lcsaph)



    i love love
    love loves you
    you love love
    so that makes two.



    we love each other
    love are we
    baby loves love
    so that makes three.



    baby grows up
    and baby know the score
    baby finds a mate
    and that makes four.



    babies sing the refrain
    ‘love are we’
    babies having babies
    five, you see.



    and the world keeps turning
    …six, seven, eight…
    statistics keep a’churning:
    all find mates.



    and by the time of nine and ten
    …our generation’s gone…
    hopefully they’ll remember us
    in this little song.



    but even if the numbers end
    and when the world is done,
    we will know forever that
    you and i are one.

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