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[Reg]

Bullet, Bullet, shining bright,
In my garage my delight.
What immortal hand or eye
could shape thy graceful symmetry?

To what distant lane or road
will you take me with my load?
On what wings dare I aspire,
to bygone times and values higher?

And after learning how to start
I feel the thunder of thy heart.
And when thy heart began to beat,
I've steady hand but two left feet.

Use not hammer, grease the chain.
In what furnace was thy brain?
Keep the oil and filters clean
In reverence of this fine machine.

When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee?

Bullet Bullet shining bright
In my garage, my delight.
What immortal hand or eye
would change thy graceful symmetry?

Just got a new computer, so only messing about. Apologies to Blake.
Somehow I've become Reg rather than Wilf. The vagaries of technology!




 

 

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[Reg]

Bugger! forgot to do the paragraph thing!!

[Scalyback]

That works!