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From: mr.mincemeat@syteka.UUCP (mr.mincemeat)
Newsgroups: net.poems
Subject: mincemeat speaks!!
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Date: Tue, 15-Nov-83 18:21:46 EST
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Posted: Tue Nov 15 18:21:46 1983
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Boys and girls:

Once upon a time, I started writing poems in my room. (that is to say, on
paper in my room.)  I saved up a lot of fragments and silly bits of humor
in a growing collection of notebooks and sheets of paper, languishing away
to no particular end. Finally I got ambitious enough to finish a few, and
was rather pleased with the result. It may not have been good but it did say
what I meant. Anyway, time went on and I collected a goodly lot of finished
material, hidden away in my file cabinet.  For some odd reason, I decided that
I was not enough of an audience for my poetickal endeavors, and showed some
cautiously to a friend.
The response was quite favorable, so I showed the lot.  The response was
quite favorable, so I trundled them around to some other people, somewhat
less intellectually parallel with myself, with the same strongly positive
response. I have been tossing them out into the great green phosphor sink
with a few entertaining responses, but not much actual return.  Now, I get
a lot of personal satisfaction out of dumping these jokes and ideas and
personal snippets out onto the world, sort of my equivalent of restroom
graffiti, but sometimes I wonder if anybody but myself uses this particular
stall.... so, kids, not that I will stop writing on the wall, because this
is lots of fun, but there are a lot of differing viewpoints out in the
great electronic jungle there, and I am honestly curious about what sort
of impression I am creating with these poems.



			mr.mincemeat

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