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Issue # 4 May 2011
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Esther Greenleaf Murer





Behold the sumptuous fare on which Mark dines,
gained from the sweat of workers in dark mines.

With gusto he attacks a bloody steak.
(Only nerds would rather study Blake.)

His doctors told him not to mingle salt
with saturated fat and single malt,

but he'll continue till his dying breath,
with every grocery order buying death.