Is a .(e)COM
PARROT IVELY namby-pamby,
wishy-washy au
naturel
(ish)yet<royally
rawly "roar"ly> reading
of
a famous
visionary's wond'rous words.
Perhaps it's PAINFUL (for
a plain fool) and you should
shimmer, simmer,
cool and hiply
SCROLL DOWN,
without aversion, to a Version 2.
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The gag-able gag about Megahertz mega-hurting would o' been better
as Killer-Hurts. (SIGH)
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Having read the above
poem in February (cognito ?)
and a confined space, I applied some computer kickery
to the audio to make it meet MEAT and say something -
perhaps that "something" is STUPID, "stupid" enough
to be here f'r all t' hear.
This is where "Keep
it Simple, Stupid"
'morphed, in mine
mined mind, into : "Keep
it Simply, Stupid".
It has garnered three
views in its first weak week at YouTube.
Press PLAY 'n' <make
my day> !
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THE TYGER
(from "Songs of Experience")
By William Blake
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare sieze (sic) the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
