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To: meteorobs@latrade.com
From: Ron Rennie <astron@earthlinkdot net>
Date: Tue, 31 Dec 1996 21:17:54 -0800 (PST)
Cc: HALLY'S.COMETh@denmarkdot it.earthlinkdot net
Reply-To: meteorobs@latrade.com
Sender: owner-meteorobs

Hi All

It is not my wish to belabor the point and I hope it doesn't  offend Wayne,
but after my recent effort at a limerick I had a few lines still buzzing
around in my head.   They eventually emerged as a medieval style sonnet
which I hope everybody will find amusing.   I promise this is the last one.

HALLY'S COMETh

Hally's cometh, we're pleased to say
For when he wenteth and was away
His cyber slaves did go awry
And many a message filled the sky
Though we willed it, they would not stop
Until yon Mark, he hatched a plot
To unsuscribe that errant thing
That our hands it caused to wring
Then Hally returneth with face so red
He truly wondered what all had said
He meekly stood behind a wall
His face to hide from one and all
He need not fear, we're pleased to say
His wit is back and here to stay

Happy New Year to all