With every turn of the disk in the drive:
To him who helps the poet thrive
By swapping silver for the use
Of verse, sweet Blessings from the Muse.
But woe to him who plays the thief,
Deletes this Message--grant him grief!
For every time the disk spins Around,
His luck shall tumble to the ground.
Copyright (c) 1987 by Sourdough Jackson
Books in PDF format to read:
Sepharial - Primary Directions Made EasyWh Auden - Baldur Dream
Tuesday Lobsang Rampa - Three Lives
