A ROUSING TOAST FOR THE SHOT PACERS WHO BLINK

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gentle habit so utterly consumed

by the passions of the age

swiftly route out your favorite victory

for the crowds of the mind anxiously await

your crowning montage of word rage

as yet to be bestowed upon

their pious heads

ah, come hither ye who claims to be the

fondest barker

take up your petulant peeve and plight with me

for I welcome such as is

the covet of thine challenge

as mental risk is but a mere impunity

to this servant's worthy saber dabbed in a

satirist's ink

of this cup of just such cauldroned muse

others are allowed but one small sip

to be savored though at a later time

like wine upon the tongue and lip

a striking match from which to light the

windows through which you think

come to me

and for my future ledger's entrance

allowest thee  and me together for but one

last creative drink

ice, how it so lovingly burns like fire upon

the throats of thy co conspirator's

I say tonight

we shall consume our before squandered differences

with nary even  a shot pacer's blink

so lead even further on McDuff!

for greatness awaits

and from her future shadows

we mustn't shrink

so come gallop your pace.................

(July 25, 1996)

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