There once was a bard who would sing
Of sofas, Poop, and the fling-
ing of panties at stars
And occasional czars
And the fingers he lost in a swing.

Is anyone up for the Reef's Roof tomorrow or Wednesday?  I've heard
nary a poop, or a peep, from anyone, but maybe you all have broken
fingers TOO.

Stephanie


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