On Wed, 2 Oct 1996, Bardic Knowledge wrote:

> Well, now being the Best dressed Toreador on this Listing I must say 
> something on this matter.
> 
> With gentle hand I greet you,
> with a slap you knock it down.
			So many eyes have come 
			and fallen here
> I offer friendship, from me to you,
> and you knock it to the ground.
			These hands have toiled
			to purify the land
> Though mad I be as mad as you,
> though I am not your clan.
			And no unwelcome spirits
			wander here
> All I can say is "Up yours buddy!"
> and kill you where you stand.....
			Until the night is over
			May your dances be fruitful
			Your children be many
			And your hands ever tied
			In bondage to this stage
			
			Come in peace go in war
			the way the world began
			the way the world began to shatter
			in pieces in my hands
		
			Complain not of your fate
			many have suffered far worse	


--Nightshade Morgan <abramson@mail.oeonline.com>