<html><head><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"></head><body dir="auto"><div dir="ltr">On Jan 12, 2021, at 3:11 PM, William Flynn Wallace via extropy-chat <extropy-chat@lists.extropy.org> wrote:</div><blockquote type="cite"><div dir="ltr"><div dir="ltr"><div class="gmail_default" style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;font-size:large;color:#000000">"....How public, like a frog, to sing your name the livelong June, to an admiring bog."</div><div class="gmail_default" style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;font-size:large;color:#000000"><br></div><div class="gmail_default" style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;font-size:large;color:#000000">Now - no more singing. Thanks be.</div><div class="gmail_default" style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;font-size:large;color:#000000"><br></div><div class="gmail_default" style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;font-size:large;color:#000000">bill w</div></div></div></blockquote><br><div>Great poet and how appropriate. At one time, I’d actually memorized a few of her poems.* Not that one though.</div><div><br></div><div>Regards,</div><div><br></div><div>Dan</div><div><br></div><div>These:</div><div><br></div><div><a href="https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/52135/before-i-got-my-eye-put-out-336">https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/52135/before-i-got-my-eye-put-out-336</a></div><div><br></div><div><a href="https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/47651/after-great-pain-a-formal-feeling-comes-372">https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/47651/after-great-pain-a-formal-feeling-comes-372</a></div><div><br></div><div><a href="https://www.bartleby.com/113/1009.html">https://www.bartleby.com/113/1009.html</a></div></body></html>