Unpublished, I'm afraid my words
are stillborn and have perished,
inspiring people less than turds
a mad dog might have cherished.
I'll be oblivious and mortal,
since publishing won't work,
but welcome from you any chortle,
a perishable perk.
1/22/98
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Oh, I've chortled alright, Gershy, lol. Entertaining writing. Warm regards (as usual!) , Gina.