Date:  11-22-88  23:47
From:  Sourdough Jackson
To:    All
Subj:  Prayer Drive

     PRAYER DRIVE



With every turn of the disk in the drive:

To him who helps the poet thrive

By swapping silver for the use

Of verse, sweet blessings from the Muse.



But woe to him who plays the thief,

Deletes this message--grant him grief!

For every time the disk spins around,

His luck shall tumble to the ground.



          --Copyright (c) 1987 by Sourdough Jackson



[This was placed in the READ.ME of a couple of large poetry .ARCs I have
been putting out on the boards.]







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