Dear poet, pray pardon the lawlessness of my estate,
But since the last riot no one was to mend the gate;
Though the stars stood guard their kinds have been shifty—
Thanks to them I had to issue an increase in bounty!
When you visit next don't forget your magnifying glass,
For in my exhibits there are items of undefined class
Retrieved last summer near one of Guantánamo's piers,
Among them a pristine necklace from your lady's tears...
Tuesday, January 08, 2008
"The Plaintiff's Remark"
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