Chile Com

Don't worry, if there's a hell below, we're all gonna go.
thanks palmsout

ok

so back to amiri baracka and the poetry of silence

And the windows of 5th street
scream

I am working on a poem called esperanto mountaintops right now.

Here is a section

Which was builded oflime and sand;/until he came to

247A.6 4 /

That was well biggit withlime and stane. 303A.1 2 bower,/Well

built wilime and stane,/And came 247A.9 2 /That was well

biggit wilime and stane,/Nor has he stoln 305A.2 1 a castell biggit

withlime and stane,/O gin it stands not 305A.71 2 is my awin,/ I

builded withlime and stone. 305A.30 1 a prittie castell oflime

and stone,/O gif it stands not 108.15 2 /Which was made both

and stone,/shee tooke him by 175A.33 2

castle then was made

oflime and stone the uttermost near by well built and

stone;/There is a lady 178F.18 2 built with stone andlime!/But far