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  1. Comments: Gated by NETNEWS@AUVM.AMERICAN.EDU
  2. Path: sparky!uunet!paladin.american.edu!auvm!SICS.SE!TORKEL
  3. Message-ID: <9212311535.AA15307@lludd.sics.se>
  4. Newsgroups: bit.listserv.words-l
  5. Date:         Thu, 31 Dec 1992 16:35:57 +0100
  6. Sender:       English Language Discussion Group <WORDS-L@uga.cc.uga.edu>
  7. From:         torkel@SICS.SE
  8. Subject:      Song (for Natalie)
  9. Comments: To: words-l@uga.cc.uga.edu
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  11.  
  12.                     Goe, and catche that clown Tushar,
  13.                       And force him to explain his Wit,
  14.                     Tell mee who those with real lives are
  15.                       And who is or is not a Twit.
  16.                     Teach mee to read every posting
  17.                     And to tell the truth from boasting
  18.                             And groan
  19.                             Alone
  20.                     When the listserv's down and I lie prone.
  21.  
  22.                     If thou beest borne to strange Joys,
  23.                       To Chattering that knowes no Rest,
  24.                     And never play with girls (or boys)
  25.                       When there is email to digest,
  26.                     Then you will knowe the true Meaning
  27.                     Of that most important Gleaning,
  28.                             That words,
  29.                             like surds
  30.                     Are the prerogative of Nerds.
  31.  
  32.                     But yet, whatever scoffing fall
  33.                       Upon my head, it matters nought,
  34.                     For when I hear my Godess call
  35.                       I know the Change that shee hath wrought.
  36.                     My words that once were spilt so emptily
  37.                     Now fall upon the Ears of Natalie
  38.                             And so
  39.                             I go
  40.                     To bed each night in a Wordy glow.
  41.