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August 19, 2003
Dickinson Day
That would be Emily, not Angie. I just spent an hour assailing the walls of asinine bureaucratic policy. "But it's our policy." "Policy is just rules, and the law beats rules every time." "But...but....it's policy." *sigh* It was much like violently attacking a plush.
But ya know, once you get a hole started in the seam and start pulling out great handfuls of stuffing, them plushes become downright cooperative.
I am making progress.
Posted by Rita at August 19, 2003 03:59 PM
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Safe in their alabaster chambers
Untouched by morning
and untouched by noon
Lie the meek Members of the Resurrection,
Rafter of satin
And roof of stone.
Grand go the years in the crescent above them,
Worlds scoop their arcs
and firmaments row.
Diadems drop
and doges surrender,
soundless as dots
on a disk of snow.
E.D.
Posted by: David Strain at August 19, 2003 04:40 PM
What Soft - Cherubic Creatures-
These Gentlewomen are -
One would as soon assault a Plush -
Or violate a Star -
Such Dimity Convictions -
A Horror so refined
Of freckled Human Nature -
Of Deity - ashamed -
It's such a common - Glory-
A Fisherman's - Degree-
Redemption - Brittle Lady -
Be so - ashamed of Thee
--E.D.
*sigh* I love Dickinson.
Posted by: Rita at August 19, 2003 04:53 PM
Me, too.
D
Posted by: David Strain at August 19, 2003 06:58 PM