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February 2, 2008
Epistle to Dr Bubblebutt

In hidden spaces let the muses hide
Their gems and lockets even opened wide;
Discerning eyes will spy the gold within
And everlasting life therewith will win;
So see so clear I there to here your wares
And you from here to there my sometime airs;
A single pair is better far than more,
Regardless of the labour and the chore;
The fire within that burns with heat and light
Will pull the dark and cold out of the night;
So fill the bottles with whate'er thou wilt,
And let the critics ponder it once built.