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The Preacher--Degeneration
netskyIam

On all of our nerves
 1
there comes a sclerosis
 2
as every vein
 3
limes up in stenosis
 4
while we inhale
 5
what may be worse
 6
sans Listerine, our halitosis.
 7

18 Dec 06


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would get rid of that 'and' maybe...
nice poem.

varun.
 — unknown

You're right.  The "and" that lead-off L3 is now "while".
The line-end commas are new too.
Thanks for quick helps. If this is not OK now, let me know?
The poem is so small it's just bit of fun fluff.
Perhaps The Preacher could be beginning a series of typical tiny sermons?
"We'll" see.  Thanks,
Reid
 — netskyIam

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