On Wednesday, May 5, 1999 at 3:00:00 AM UTC-4, Andrew Roller wrote:
>>
>> > ---------------------------------------------------------------
>> > Visit me at: http://home.earthlink.net/~roller666/index.html
>> > ---------------------------------------------------------------
>> >
>> > Stone, Stone
>> > by Will Dockery
>> >
>> > Stone, Stone (weekenders)
>> >
>> > In Mr. Stoneman's neighborhood hone,
>> > he used to weep at flowers ---.
>> > Rod McOwen threw his girlfriend of 2 years & 27 days
>> > against a wall, he knew the scarlet ibis disapproved.
>> > A roaring fireball over Edgewood, the Black & Tans march,
>> > tunneling abounded, Rod roared off in a blue Volaire.
>> > He was convinced his futility was the worst one of all.
>> > Jerry curled James Collier in hot pursuit,
>> > everybody knew Rod would never outrun that red roadrunner.
>> > Roadrunner chases the outlaw poet,
>> > he's a poet and a man, and he gets no respect,
>> > but he knows he's gotta pay anyway.
>> > He knows the Bl;ack & Tans should go back to Mexico,
>> > that he should teach those downtown nazis
>> > after all the other things they did to him personally,
>> > they slandered great Parnell as well.
>> > Stone People fight you like human beings.
>> > Lady Elaine collects wildflowers, as we stroll to the bar,
>> > we are away from Rod McOwen, far, very far.
>> > Hey, it's an original kind of day,
>> > but these thoughts are not, la,la.
>> > Downtown Atlanta on the t.v. I see they got a new police station,
>> > Shadowville is in my head on this mellow spring night.
>> > Walking down Macon Road with Lady Elaine,
>> > she's wearing my aged black denim jacket,
>> > we're arguing about the moon.
>> > In my teal grean hat and fag bag, pacing back & forth,
>> > looking at the purple pansies.
>> > Along came some officer with a telephone,
>> > we talked of castles made of lasagna.
>> > The question of armagideon is: which armagideon?
>> > Some lady's inadvertant April fool's joke.
>> > Tiny demon at the bar of midtown,
>> > the name of the game is the same, grim prostitution,
>> > extorting tips and bad karma like hellaway.
>> > We are far away at Bobby's Bar,
>> > discussing ravens, rainbows and the color of dinosaurs.
>> > I speculate that they may have had feathers...
>> > she asked who decided they had to be green?
>> > In the Hall of Heroes, we have a great juke box.
>> > Elaine's beer has a circular ripple,
>> > made by the music and vibrating bar.
>> > She's explaining about her Grandaddy Long ---
>> > I heard about his pet bear when he was in Alaska,
>> > and how he knew Billy the Kid in Missura.
>> > Best jukebox in Shadowville --- Bobby's Bar,
>> > Elaine gives me a tiny hug for luck.
>> >
>> > -Will Dockery / 1999
>> > ---------------------------------------------------------------
>> > -For more poems, type
>> > http://www.dejanews.com/
>> > into your browser’s “Location” window. Press your “return” key.
>> > Click on “Power Search” in the middle of the screen.
>> > Find the box labelled “Main Archive”.
>> > Change “Main Archive” to “Complete Archive”.
>> >
>> > Next, do you see a blank box labelled “Power Search” ?
>> > Type in: roller666@earthlink.net in the blank box on the screen
>> > that has “Power Search” written next to it.
>> > Click on “find” (the button to the right of the box).
>> >
>> > -Or search using: roller39@idt.net
>> >
>> > Stone, Stone is copyright 1999 by Will Dockery
>>
>> https://groups.google.com/d/msg/rec.arts.poems/VoeZLoQmpPE/NAXkH3YZJ_cJ

> ---------------------------------------------------------------

From the archives, May 5th 1999, my early days of Usenet.

Will Dockery wrote:

> On Wednesday, May 5, 1999 at 3:00:00 AM UTC-4, Andrew Roller wrote:
>>>
>>> > ---------------------------------------------------------------
>>> > Visit me at: http://home.earthlink.net/~roller666/index.html
>>> > ---------------------------------------------------------------
>>> >
>>> > Stone, Stone
>>> > by Will Dockery
>>> >
>>> > Stone, Stone (weekenders)
>>> >
>>> > In Mr. Stoneman's neighborhood hone,
>>> > he used to weep at flowers ---.
>>> > Rod McOwen threw his girlfriend of 2 years & 27 days
>>> > against a wall, he knew the scarlet ibis disapproved.
>>> > A roaring fireball over Edgewood, the Black & Tans march,
>>> > tunneling abounded, Rod roared off in a blue Volaire.
>>> > He was convinced his futility was the worst one of all.
>>> > Jerry curled James Collier in hot pursuit,
>>> > everybody knew Rod would never outrun that red roadrunner.
>>> > Roadrunner chases the outlaw poet,
>>> > he's a poet and a man, and he gets no respect,
>>> > but he knows he's gotta pay anyway.
>>> > He knows the Bl;ack & Tans should go back to Mexico,
>>> > that he should teach those downtown nazis
>>> > after all the other things they did to him personally,
>>> > they slandered great Parnell as well.
>>> > Stone People fight you like human beings.
>>> > Lady Elaine collects wildflowers, as we stroll to the bar,
>>> > we are away from Rod McOwen, far, very far.
>>> > Hey, it's an original kind of day,
>>> > but these thoughts are not, la,la.
>>> > Downtown Atlanta on the t.v. I see they got a new police station,
>>> > Shadowville is in my head on this mellow spring night.
>>> > Walking down Macon Road with Lady Elaine,
>>> > she's wearing my aged black denim jacket,
>>> > we're arguing about the moon.
>>> > In my teal grean hat and fag bag, pacing back & forth,
>>> > looking at the purple pansies.
>>> > Along came some officer with a telephone,
>>> > we talked of castles made of lasagna.
>>> > The question of armagideon is: which armagideon?
>>> > Some lady's inadvertant April fool's joke.
>>> > Tiny demon at the bar of midtown,
>>> > the name of the game is the same, grim prostitution,
>>> > extorting tips and bad karma like hellaway.
>>> > We are far away at Bobby's Bar,
>>> > discussing ravens, rainbows and the color of dinosaurs.
>>> > I speculate that they may have had feathers...
>>> > she asked who decided they had to be green?
>>> > In the Hall of Heroes, we have a great juke box.
>>> > Elaine's beer has a circular ripple,
>>> > made by the music and vibrating bar.
>>> > She's explaining about her Grandaddy Long ---
>>> > I heard about his pet bear when he was in Alaska,
>>> > and how he knew Billy the Kid in Missura.
>>> > Best jukebox in Shadowville --- Bobby's Bar,
>>> > Elaine gives me a tiny hug for luck.
>>> >
>>> > -Will Dockery / 1999
>>> > ---------------------------------------------------------------
>>> > -For more poems, type
>>> > http://www.dejanews.com/
>>> > into your browser’s “Location” window. Press your “return” key.
>>> > Click on “Power Search” in the middle of the screen.
>>> > Find the box labelled “Main Archive”.
>>> > Change “Main Archive” to “Complete Archive”.
>>> >
>>> > Next, do you see a blank box labelled “Power Search” ?
>>> > Type in: roller666@earthlink.net in the blank box on the screen
>>> > that has “Power Search” written next to it.
>>> > Click on “find” (the button to the right of the box).
>>> >
>>> > -Or search using: roller39@idt.net
>>> >
>>> > Stone, Stone is copyright 1999 by Will Dockery
>>>
>>> https://groups.google.com/d/msg/rec.arts.poems/VoeZLoQmpPE/NAXkH3YZJ_cJ

>> ---------------------------------------------------------------

> From the archives, May 5th 1999, my early days of Usenet.

Quite a good, interesting and obscure classic from the archive vaults....

Rocky Stoneberg wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:

>> On Wednesday, May 5, 1999 at 3:00:00 AM UTC-4, Andrew Roller wrote:
>>>>
>>>> > ---------------------------------------------------------------
>>>> > Visit me at: http://home.earthlink.net/~roller666/index.html
>>>> > ---------------------------------------------------------------
>>>> >
>>>> > Stone, Stone
>>>> > by Will Dockery
>>>> >
>>>> > Stone, Stone (weekenders)
>>>> >
>>>> > In Mr. Stoneman's neighborhood hone,
>>>> > he used to weep at flowers ---.
>>>> > Rod McOwen threw his girlfriend of 2 years & 27 days
>>>> > against a wall, he knew the scarlet ibis disapproved.
>>>> > A roaring fireball over Edgewood, the Black & Tans march,
>>>> > tunneling abounded, Rod roared off in a blue Volaire.
>>>> > He was convinced his futility was the worst one of all.
>>>> > Jerry curled James Collier in hot pursuit,
>>>> > everybody knew Rod would never outrun that red roadrunner.
>>>> > Roadrunner chases the outlaw poet,
>>>> > he's a poet and a man, and he gets no respect,
>>>> > but he knows he's gotta pay anyway.
>>>> > He knows the Bl;ack & Tans should go back to Mexico,
>>>> > that he should teach those downtown nazis
>>>> > after all the other things they did to him personally,
>>>> > they slandered great Parnell as well.
>>>> > Stone People fight you like human beings.
>>>> > Lady Elaine collects wildflowers, as we stroll to the bar,
>>>> > we are away from Rod McOwen, far, very far.
>>>> > Hey, it's an original kind of day,
>>>> > but these thoughts are not, la,la.
>>>> > Downtown Atlanta on the t.v. I see they got a new police station,
>>>> > Shadowville is in my head on this mellow spring night.
>>>> > Walking down Macon Road with Lady Elaine,
>>>> > she's wearing my aged black denim jacket,
>>>> > we're arguing about the moon.
>>>> > In my teal grean hat and fag bag, pacing back & forth,
>>>> > looking at the purple pansies.
>>>> > Along came some officer with a telephone,
>>>> > we talked of castles made of lasagna.
>>>> > The question of armagideon is: which armagideon?
>>>> > Some lady's inadvertant April fool's joke.
>>>> > Tiny demon at the bar of midtown,
>>>> > the name of the game is the same, grim prostitution,
>>>> > extorting tips and bad karma like hellaway.
>>>> > We are far away at Bobby's Bar,
>>>> > discussing ravens, rainbows and the color of dinosaurs.
>>>> > I speculate that they may have had feathers...
>>>> > she asked who decided they had to be green?
>>>> > In the Hall of Heroes, we have a great juke box.
>>>> > Elaine's beer has a circular ripple,
>>>> > made by the music and vibrating bar.
>>>> > She's explaining about her Grandaddy Long ---
>>>> > I heard about his pet bear when he was in Alaska,
>>>> > and how he knew Billy the Kid in Missura.
>>>> > Best jukebox in Shadowville --- Bobby's Bar,
>>>> > Elaine gives me a tiny hug for luck.
>>>> >
>>>> > -Will Dockery / 1999
>>>> > ---------------------------------------------------------------
>>>> > -For more poems, type
>>>> > http://www.dejanews.com/
>>>> > into your browser’s “Location” window. Press your “return” key.
>>>> > Click on “Power Search” in the middle of the screen.
>>>> > Find the box labelled “Main Archive”.
>>>> > Change “Main Archive” to “Complete Archive”.
>>>> >
>>>> > Next, do you see a blank box labelled “Power Search” ?
>>>> > Type in: roller666@earthlink.net in the blank box on the screen
>>>> > that has “Power Search” written next to it.
>>>> > Click on “find” (the button to the right of the box).
>>>> >
>>>> > -Or search using: roller39@idt.net
>>>> >
>>>> > Stone, Stone is copyright 1999 by Will Dockery
>>>>
>>>> https://groups.google.com/d/msg/rec.arts.poems/VoeZLoQmpPE/NAXkH3YZJ_cJ

>>> ---------------------------------------------------------------

>> From the archives, May 5th 1999, my early days of Usenet.

> Quite a good, interesting and obscure classic from the archive vaults....

Good morning and good find, my friend.

Will Dockery wrote:

> Rocky Stoneberg wrote:

>> Will Dockery wrote:

>>> On Wednesday, May 5, 1999 at 3:00:00 AM UTC-4, Andrew Roller wrote:
>>>>>
>>>>> > ---------------------------------------------------------------
>>>>> > Visit me at: http://home.earthlink.net/~roller666/index.html
>>>>> > ---------------------------------------------------------------
>>>>> >
>>>>> > Stone, Stone
>>>>> > by Will Dockery
>>>>> >
>>>>> > Stone, Stone (weekenders)
>>>>> >
>>>>> > In Mr. Stoneman's neighborhood hone,
>>>>> > he used to weep at flowers ---.
>>>>> > Rod McOwen threw his girlfriend of 2 years & 27 days
>>>>> > against a wall, he knew the scarlet ibis disapproved.
>>>>> > A roaring fireball over Edgewood, the Black & Tans march,
>>>>> > tunneling abounded, Rod roared off in a blue Volaire.
>>>>> > He was convinced his futility was the worst one of all.
>>>>> > Jerry curled James Collier in hot pursuit,
>>>>> > everybody knew Rod would never outrun that red roadrunner.
>>>>> > Roadrunner chases the outlaw poet,
>>>>> > he's a poet and a man, and he gets no respect,
>>>>> > but he knows he's gotta pay anyway.
>>>>> > He knows the Bl;ack & Tans should go back to Mexico,
>>>>> > that he should teach those downtown nazis
>>>>> > after all the other things they did to him personally,
>>>>> > they slandered great Parnell as well.
>>>>> > Stone People fight you like human beings.
>>>>> > Lady Elaine collects wildflowers, as we stroll to the bar,
>>>>> > we are away from Rod McOwen, far, very far.
>>>>> > Hey, it's an original kind of day,
>>>>> > but these thoughts are not, la,la.
>>>>> > Downtown Atlanta on the t.v. I see they got a new police station,
>>>>> > Shadowville is in my head on this mellow spring night.
>>>>> > Walking down Macon Road with Lady Elaine,
>>>>> > she's wearing my aged black denim jacket,
>>>>> > we're arguing about the moon.
>>>>> > In my teal grean hat and fag bag, pacing back & forth,
>>>>> > looking at the purple pansies.
>>>>> > Along came some officer with a telephone,
>>>>> > we talked of castles made of lasagna.
>>>>> > The question of armagideon is: which armagideon?
>>>>> > Some lady's inadvertant April fool's joke.
>>>>> > Tiny demon at the bar of midtown,
>>>>> > the name of the game is the same, grim prostitution,
>>>>> > extorting tips and bad karma like hellaway.
>>>>> > We are far away at Bobby's Bar,
>>>>> > discussing ravens, rainbows and the color of dinosaurs.
>>>>> > I speculate that they may have had feathers...
>>>>> > she asked who decided they had to be green?
>>>>> > In the Hall of Heroes, we have a great juke box.
>>>>> > Elaine's beer has a circular ripple,
>>>>> > made by the music and vibrating bar.
>>>>> > She's explaining about her Grandaddy Long ---
>>>>> > I heard about his pet bear when he was in Alaska,
>>>>> > and how he knew Billy the Kid in Missura.
>>>>> > Best jukebox in Shadowville --- Bobby's Bar,
>>>>> > Elaine gives me a tiny hug for luck.
>>>>> >
>>>>> > -Will Dockery / 1999
>>>>> > ---------------------------------------------------------------
>>>>> > -For more poems, type
>>>>> > http://www.dejanews.com/
>>>>> > into your browser’s “Location” window. Press your “return” key.
>>>>> > Click on “Power Search” in the middle of the screen.
>>>>> > Find the box labelled “Main Archive”.
>>>>> > Change “Main Archive” to “Complete Archive”.
>>>>> >
>>>>> > Next, do you see a blank box labelled “Power Search” ?
>>>>> > Type in: roller666@earthlink.net in the blank box on the screen
>>>>> > that has “Power Search” written next to it.
>>>>> > Click on “find” (the button to the right of the box).
>>>>> >
>>>>> > -Or search using: roller39@idt.net
>>>>> >
>>>>> > Stone, Stone is copyright 1999 by Will Dockery
>>>>>
>>>>> https://groups.google.com/d/msg/rec.arts.poems/VoeZLoQmpPE/NAXkH3YZJ_cJ

>>>> ---------------------------------------------------------------

>>> From the archives, May 5th 1999, my early days of Usenet.

>> Quite a good, interesting and obscure classic from the archive vaults....

> Good morning and good find, my friend.

Quite good...

Rocky Stoneberg wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:

>> On Wednesday, May 5, 1999 at 3:00:00 AM UTC-4, Andrew Roller wrote:
>>>>
>>>> > ---------------------------------------------------------------
>>>> > Visit me at: http://home.earthlink.net/~roller666/index.html
>>>> > ---------------------------------------------------------------
>>>> >
>>>> > Stone, Stone
>>>> > by Will Dockery
>>>> >
>>>> > Stone, Stone (weekenders)
>>>> >
>>>> > In Mr. Stoneman's neighborhood hone,
>>>> > he used to weep at flowers ---.
>>>> > Rod McOwen threw his girlfriend of 2 years & 27 days
>>>> > against a wall, he knew the scarlet ibis disapproved.
>>>> > A roaring fireball over Edgewood, the Black & Tans march,
>>>> > tunneling abounded, Rod roared off in a blue Volaire.
>>>> > He was convinced his futility was the worst one of all.
>>>> > Jerry curled James Collier in hot pursuit,
>>>> > everybody knew Rod would never outrun that red roadrunner.
>>>> > Roadrunner chases the outlaw poet,
>>>> > he's a poet and a man, and he gets no respect,
>>>> > but he knows he's gotta pay anyway.
>>>> > He knows the Bl;ack & Tans should go back to Mexico,
>>>> > that he should teach those downtown nazis
>>>> > after all the other things they did to him personally,
>>>> > they slandered great Parnell as well.
>>>> > Stone People fight you like human beings.
>>>> > Lady Elaine collects wildflowers, as we stroll to the bar,
>>>> > we are away from Rod McOwen, far, very far.
>>>> > Hey, it's an original kind of day,
>>>> > but these thoughts are not, la,la.
>>>> > Downtown Atlanta on the t.v. I see they got a new police station,
>>>> > Shadowville is in my head on this mellow spring night.
>>>> > Walking down Macon Road with Lady Elaine,
>>>> > she's wearing my aged black denim jacket,
>>>> > we're arguing about the moon.
>>>> > In my teal grean hat and fag bag, pacing back & forth,
>>>> > looking at the purple pansies.
>>>> > Along came some officer with a telephone,
>>>> > we talked of castles made of lasagna.
>>>> > The question of armagideon is: which armagideon?
>>>> > Some lady's inadvertant April fool's joke.
>>>> > Tiny demon at the bar of midtown,
>>>> > the name of the game is the same, grim prostitution,
>>>> > extorting tips and bad karma like hellaway.
>>>> > We are far away at Bobby's Bar,
>>>> > discussing ravens, rainbows and the color of dinosaurs.
>>>> > I speculate that they may have had feathers...
>>>> > she asked who decided they had to be green?
>>>> > In the Hall of Heroes, we have a great juke box.
>>>> > Elaine's beer has a circular ripple,
>>>> > made by the music and vibrating bar.
>>>> > She's explaining about her Grandaddy Long ---
>>>> > I heard about his pet bear when he was in Alaska,
>>>> > and how he knew Billy the Kid in Missura.
>>>> > Best jukebox in Shadowville --- Bobby's Bar,
>>>> > Elaine gives me a tiny hug for luck.
>>>> >
>>>> > -Will Dockery / 1999
>>>> > ---------------------------------------------------------------
>>>> > -For more poems, type
>>>> > http://www.dejanews.com/
>>>> > into your browser’s “Location” window. Press your “return” key.
>>>> > Click on “Power Search” in the middle of the screen.
>>>> > Find the box labelled “Main Archive”.
>>>> > Change “Main Archive” to “Complete Archive”.
>>>> >
>>>> > Next, do you see a blank box labelled “Power Search” ?
>>>> > Type in: roller666@earthlink.net in the blank box on the screen
>>>> > that has “Power Search” written next to it.
>>>> > Click on “find” (the button to the right of the box).
>>>> >
>>>> > -Or search using: roller39@idt.net
>>>> >
>>>> > Stone, Stone is copyright 1999 by Will Dockery
>>>>
>>>> https://groups.google.com/d/msg/rec.arts.poems/VoeZLoQmpPE/NAXkH3YZJ_cJ

>>> ---------------------------------------------------------------

>> From the archives, May 5th 1999, my early days of Usenet.

> Quite a good, interesting and obscure classic from the archive vaults....

The late grunge era, brings back a lot of memories.

Will Dockery wrote:
> Zod wrote:

>> Will Dockery wrote:

>>> On Wednesday, May 5, 1999 at 3:00:00 AM UTC-4, Andrew Roller wrote:
>>>>>
>>>>> > ---------------------------------------------------------------
>>>>> > Visit me at: http://home.earthlink.net/~roller666/index.html
>>>>> > ---------------------------------------------------------------
>>>>> >
>>>>> > Stone, Stone
>>>>> > by Will Dockery
>>>>> >
>>>>> > Stone, Stone (weekenders)
>>>>> >
>>>>> > In Mr. Stoneman's neighborhood hone,
>>>>> > he used to weep at flowers ---.
>>>>> > Rod McOwen threw his girlfriend of 2 years & 27 days
>>>>> > against a wall, he knew the scarlet ibis disapproved.
>>>>> > A roaring fireball over Edgewood, the Black & Tans march,
>>>>> > tunneling abounded, Rod roared off in a blue Volaire.
>>>>> > He was convinced his futility was the worst one of all.
>>>>> > Jerry curled James Collier in hot pursuit,
>>>>> > everybody knew Rod would never outrun that red roadrunner.
>>>>> > Roadrunner chases the outlaw poet,
>>>>> > he's a poet and a man, and he gets no respect,
>>>>> > but he knows he's gotta pay anyway.
>>>>> > He knows the Bl;ack & Tans should go back to Mexico,
>>>>> > that he should teach those downtown nazis
>>>>> > after all the other things they did to him personally,
>>>>> > they slandered great Parnell as well.
>>>>> > Stone People fight you like human beings.
>>>>> > Lady Elaine collects wildflowers, as we stroll to the bar,
>>>>> > we are away from Rod McOwen, far, very far.
>>>>> > Hey, it's an original kind of day,
>>>>> > but these thoughts are not, la,la.
>>>>> > Downtown Atlanta on the t.v. I see they got a new police station,
>>>>> > Shadowville is in my head on this mellow spring night.
>>>>> > Walking down Macon Road with Lady Elaine,
>>>>> > she's wearing my aged black denim jacket,
>>>>> > we're arguing about the moon.
>>>>> > In my teal grean hat and fag bag, pacing back & forth,
>>>>> > looking at the purple pansies.
>>>>> > Along came some officer with a telephone,
>>>>> > we talked of castles made of lasagna.
>>>>> > The question of armagideon is: which armagideon?
>>>>> > Some lady's inadvertant April fool's joke.
>>>>> > Tiny demon at the bar of midtown,
>>>>> > the name of the game is the same, grim prostitution,
>>>>> > extorting tips and bad karma like hellaway.
>>>>> > We are far away at Bobby's Bar,
>>>>> > discussing ravens, rainbows and the color of dinosaurs.
>>>>> > I speculate that they may have had feathers...
>>>>> > she asked who decided they had to be green?
>>>>> > In the Hall of Heroes, we have a great juke box.
>>>>> > Elaine's beer has a circular ripple,
>>>>> > made by the music and vibrating bar.
>>>>> > She's explaining about her Grandaddy Long ---
>>>>> > I heard about his pet bear when he was in Alaska,
>>>>> > and how he knew Billy the Kid in Missura.
>>>>> > Best jukebox in Shadowville --- Bobby's Bar,
>>>>> > Elaine gives me a tiny hug for luck.
>>>>> >
>>>>> > -Will Dockery / 1999
>>>>> > ---------------------------------------------------------------
>>>>> > -For more poems, type
>>>>> > http://www.dejanews.com/
>>>>> > into your browser’s “Location” window. Press your “return” key.
>>>>> > Click on “Power Search” in the middle of the screen.
>>>>> > Find the box labelled “Main Archive”.
>>>>> > Change “Main Archive” to “Complete Archive”.
>>>>> >
>>>>> > Next, do you see a blank box labelled “Power Search” ?
>>>>> > Type in: roller666@earthlink.net in the blank box on the screen
>>>>> > that has “Power Search” written next to it.
>>>>> > Click on “find” (the button to the right of the box).
>>>>> >
>>>>> > -Or search using: roller39@idt.net
>>>>> >
>>>>> > Stone, Stone is copyright 1999 by Will Dockery
>>>>>
>>>>> https://groups.google.com/d/msg/rec.arts.poems/VoeZLoQmpPE/NAXkH3YZJ_cJ

>>>> ---------------------------------------------------------------

>>> From the archives, May 5th 1999, my early days of Usenet.

>> Quite a good, interesting and obscure classic from the archive vaults....

> The late grunge era, brings back a lot of memories.

Indeed, I was still in the Navy during those early days of 1990....

Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>> Zod wrote:

>>> Will Dockery wrote:

>>>> On Wednesday, May 5, 1999 at 3:00:00 AM UTC-4, Andrew Roller wrote:
>>>>>>
>>>>>> > ---------------------------------------------------------------
>>>>>> > Visit me at: http://home.earthlink.net/~roller666/index.html
>>>>>> > ---------------------------------------------------------------
>>>>>> >
>>>>>> > Stone, Stone
>>>>>> > by Will Dockery
>>>>>> >
>>>>>> > Stone, Stone (weekenders)
>>>>>> >
>>>>>> > In Mr. Stoneman's neighborhood hone,
>>>>>> > he used to weep at flowers ---.
>>>>>> > Rod McOwen threw his girlfriend of 2 years & 27 days
>>>>>> > against a wall, he knew the scarlet ibis disapproved.
>>>>>> > A roaring fireball over Edgewood, the Black & Tans march,
>>>>>> > tunneling abounded, Rod roared off in a blue Volaire.
>>>>>> > He was convinced his futility was the worst one of all.
>>>>>> > Jerry curled James Collier in hot pursuit,
>>>>>> > everybody knew Rod would never outrun that red roadrunner.
>>>>>> > Roadrunner chases the outlaw poet,
>>>>>> > he's a poet and a man, and he gets no respect,
>>>>>> > but he knows he's gotta pay anyway.
>>>>>> > He knows the Bl;ack & Tans should go back to Mexico,
>>>>>> > that he should teach those downtown nazis
>>>>>> > after all the other things they did to him personally,
>>>>>> > they slandered great Parnell as well.
>>>>>> > Stone People fight you like human beings.
>>>>>> > Lady Elaine collects wildflowers, as we stroll to the bar,
>>>>>> > we are away from Rod McOwen, far, very far.
>>>>>> > Hey, it's an original kind of day,
>>>>>> > but these thoughts are not, la,la.
>>>>>> > Downtown Atlanta on the t.v. I see they got a new police station,
>>>>>> > Shadowville is in my head on this mellow spring night.
>>>>>> > Walking down Macon Road with Lady Elaine,
>>>>>> > she's wearing my aged black denim jacket,
>>>>>> > we're arguing about the moon.
>>>>>> > In my teal grean hat and fag bag, pacing back & forth,
>>>>>> > looking at the purple pansies.
>>>>>> > Along came some officer with a telephone,
>>>>>> > we talked of castles made of lasagna.
>>>>>> > The question of armagideon is: which armagideon?
>>>>>> > Some lady's inadvertant April fool's joke.
>>>>>> > Tiny demon at the bar of midtown,
>>>>>> > the name of the game is the same, grim prostitution,
>>>>>> > extorting tips and bad karma like hellaway.
>>>>>> > We are far away at Bobby's Bar,
>>>>>> > discussing ravens, rainbows and the color of dinosaurs.
>>>>>> > I speculate that they may have had feathers...
>>>>>> > she asked who decided they had to be green?
>>>>>> > In the Hall of Heroes, we have a great juke box.
>>>>>> > Elaine's beer has a circular ripple,
>>>>>> > made by the music and vibrating bar.
>>>>>> > She's explaining about her Grandaddy Long ---
>>>>>> > I heard about his pet bear when he was in Alaska,
>>>>>> > and how he knew Billy the Kid in Missura.
>>>>>> > Best jukebox in Shadowville --- Bobby's Bar,
>>>>>> > Elaine gives me a tiny hug for luck.
>>>>>> >
>>>>>> > -Will Dockery / 1999
>>>>>> > ---------------------------------------------------------------
>>>>>> > -For more poems, type
>>>>>> > http://www.dejanews.com/
>>>>>> > into your browser’s “Location” window. Press your “return” key.
>>>>>> > Click on “Power Search” in the middle of the screen.
>>>>>> > Find the box labelled “Main Archive”.
>>>>>> > Change “Main Archive” to “Complete Archive”.
>>>>>> >
>>>>>> > Next, do you see a blank box labelled “Power Search” ?
>>>>>> > Type in: roller666@earthlink.net in the blank box on the screen
>>>>>> > that has “Power Search” written next to it.
>>>>>> > Click on “find” (the button to the right of the box).
>>>>>> >
>>>>>> > -Or search using: roller39@idt.net
>>>>>> >
>>>>>> > Stone, Stone is copyright 1999 by Will Dockery
>>>>>>
>>>>>> https://groups.google.com/d/msg/rec.arts.poems/VoeZLoQmpPE/NAXkH3YZJ_cJ

>>>>> ---------------------------------------------------------------

>>>> From the archives, May 5th 1999, my early days of Usenet.

>>> Quite a good, interesting and obscure classic from the archive vaults....

>> The late grunge era, brings back a lot of memories.

> Indeed, I was still in the Navy during those early days of 1990....

A long time ago, indeed.

On Saturday, September 3, 2022 at 4:17:46 PM UTC-4, Rocky Stoneberg wrote:
> Will Dockery wrote:
> > Zod wrote:
>
> >> Will Dockery wrote:
>
> >>> On Wednesday, May 5, 1999 at 3:00:00 AM UTC-4, Andrew Roller wrote:
> >>>>>
> >>>>> > ---------------------------------------------------------------
> >>>>> > Visit me at: http://home.earthlink.net/~roller666/index.html
> >>>>> > ---------------------------------------------------------------
> >>>>> >
> >>>>> > Stone, Stone
> >>>>> > by Will Dockery
> >>>>> >
> >>>>> > Stone, Stone (weekenders)
> >>>>> >
> >>>>> > In Mr. Stoneman's neighborhood hone,
> >>>>> > he used to weep at flowers ---.
> >>>>> > Rod McOwen threw his girlfriend of 2 years & 27 days
> >>>>> > against a wall, he knew the scarlet ibis disapproved.
> >>>>> > A roaring fireball over Edgewood, the Black & Tans march,
> >>>>> > tunneling abounded, Rod roared off in a blue Volaire.
> >>>>> > He was convinced his futility was the worst one of all.
> >>>>> > Jerry curled James Collier in hot pursuit,
> >>>>> > everybody knew Rod would never outrun that red roadrunner.
> >>>>> > Roadrunner chases the outlaw poet,
> >>>>> > he's a poet and a man, and he gets no respect,
> >>>>> > but he knows he's gotta pay anyway.
> >>>>> > He knows the Bl;ack & Tans should go back to Mexico,
> >>>>> > that he should teach those downtown nazis
> >>>>> > after all the other things they did to him personally,
> >>>>> > they slandered great Parnell as well.
> >>>>> > Stone People fight you like human beings.
> >>>>> > Lady Elaine collects wildflowers, as we stroll to the bar,
> >>>>> > we are away from Rod McOwen, far, very far.
> >>>>> > Hey, it's an original kind of day,
> >>>>> > but these thoughts are not, la,la.
> >>>>> > Downtown Atlanta on the t.v. I see they got a new police station,
> >>>>> > Shadowville is in my head on this mellow spring night.
> >>>>> > Walking down Macon Road with Lady Elaine,
> >>>>> > she's wearing my aged black denim jacket,
> >>>>> > we're arguing about the moon.
> >>>>> > In my teal grean hat and fag bag, pacing back & forth,
> >>>>> > looking at the purple pansies.
> >>>>> > Along came some officer with a telephone,
> >>>>> > we talked of castles made of lasagna.
> >>>>> > The question of armagideon is: which armagideon?
> >>>>> > Some lady's inadvertant April fool's joke.
> >>>>> > Tiny demon at the bar of midtown,
> >>>>> > the name of the game is the same, grim prostitution,
> >>>>> > extorting tips and bad karma like hellaway.
> >>>>> > We are far away at Bobby's Bar,
> >>>>> > discussing ravens, rainbows and the color of dinosaurs.
> >>>>> > I speculate that they may have had feathers...
> >>>>> > she asked who decided they had to be green?
> >>>>> > In the Hall of Heroes, we have a great juke box.
> >>>>> > Elaine's beer has a circular ripple,
> >>>>> > made by the music and vibrating bar.
> >>>>> > She's explaining about her Grandaddy Long ---
> >>>>> > I heard about his pet bear when he was in Alaska,
> >>>>> > and how he knew Billy the Kid in Missura.
> >>>>> > Best jukebox in Shadowville --- Bobby's Bar,
> >>>>> > Elaine gives me a tiny hug for luck.
> >>>>> >
> >>>>> > -Will Dockery / 1999
> >>>>> > ---------------------------------------------------------------
> >>>>> > -For more poems, type
> >>>>> > http://www.dejanews.com/
> >>>>> > into your browser’s “Location” window. Press your “return” key.
> >>>>> > Click on “Power Search” in the middle of the screen.
> >>>>> > Find the box labelled “Main Archive”.
> >>>>> > Change “Main Archive” to “Complete Archive”.
> >>>>> >
> >>>>> > Next, do you see a blank box labelled “Power Search” ?
> >>>>> > Type in: roll...@earthlink.net in the blank box on the screen
> >>>>> > that has “Power Search” written next to it.
> >>>>> > Click on “find” (the button to the right of the box).
> >>>>> >
> >>>>> > -Or search using: roll...@idt.net
> >>>>> >
> >>>>> > Stone, Stone is copyright 1999 by Will Dockery
> >>>>>
> >>>>> https://groups.google.com/d/msg/rec.arts.poems/VoeZLoQmpPE/NAXkH3YZJ_cJ
>
> >>>> ---------------------------------------------------------------
>
> >>> From the archives, May 5th 1999, my early days of Usenet.
>
> >> Quite a good, interesting and obscure classic from the archive vaults.....
>
> > The late grunge era, brings back a lot of memories.
> Indeed, I was still in the Navy during those early days of 1990....

Tales of your faggotry during those days still surface.