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From: kenw@lcuxc.UUCP (K Wolman)
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Subject: Newly Discovered Poem by William Wordsworth
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Date: Wed, 23-Jan-85 12:06:02 EST
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Posted: Wed Jan 23 12:06:02 1985
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Organization: Bell Communications Research, Piscataway, NJ
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                          A TINY TWITT'RING BIRD

                          by William Wordsworth

       While sitting 'neath an oak one morn
       In thought on this and that,
       A tiny, twitt'ring little bird
       A load dropped in my hat.

       "Oh tiny bird, O Nature's gift
       Of music and of wit!
       Why didst thou feel that my best hat
       Was thy best place to shit?"

       "Thy music gladdens my poor soul,
       And brings joy to my heart.
       But tell me, little bird divine,
       Why didst thou not just fart?"

       The tiny bird a few notes sang,
       Then answer'd "Pardon me,
       For thy hat I thought was my nest,
       A-fallen from the tree."

       I rose and stood in solemn awe
       His words to better mull,
       Then lifted up a paving block
       And crushed his fucking skull.
-- 
Kenneth T. Wolman
Bell Communications Research @ Livingston, NJ
lcuxc!kenw
(201) 740-4565

("My doctorate's in Literature, but that seems like a
pretty good pulse to me. . . .")