I remember late at night writing a poem that began from a memory of how in childhood I read about shepherds climbing up mountains and eating sausage and, oh I don't know, apples or cheese, and how at that age I wondered how something that resembled the British banger, a thing then eaten with beans and chips, could be eaten with cheese or chocolate. The answer, of course, was that it was a different sausage. Maybe this, found in a version of my mail folder, was that poem?
a sausage and a piece of chocolate what more could a man want a piece of sausage and a chocolate is about all that's granted leave me garibaldi i am beyond unification go lenin my interest in the finland station wanes i live i breathe i chew it is late and i currently love you both David Ritchie, Portland, Oregon ------------------------------------------------------------------ To change your Lit-Ideas settings (subscribe/unsub, vacation on/off, digest on/off), visit www.andreas.com/faq-lit-ideas.html
