...on page 3 of PHATIC COMMUNION with BoB DoBBs

published in eternity by: Perfect Pitch Editions- located on St. Clair Ave,

 I find a stanza borrowed from a poem written in 1834

               BY: Samuel Taylor Coleridge, entitled:
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner

the printed words i find read-

~ The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew,

The furrow followed free;

We were the first that ever burst

Into that silent sea.~

and so then all day i thought....

the spoils of alabama

...Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night... 

...But does a human form display

To those who dwell in realms of day.

>>rocketMan<<

~♥sara♥

a.k.a. the [fastest] spy