Why Not
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Vindaloo.
Why not date her
A friend asks
Better prospects
I suppose
She thinks that's sad
I think
I should agree
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Mike C. Fletcher, the VRPlumber, is a philosopher of design turned computer programmer based in Toronto, Canada. He works primarily in the Python programming language, and maintains a large number of Open Source software packages. You can reach him at: mcfletch@vrplumber.com.
Honey on 03/03/2006 6:29 a.m. #
<br />
The Prospector<br />
<br />
âThereâs gold in them thar hillsâ<br />
He presses forward another day<br />
Each alluvial nugget yield<br />
Compels him to incessantly further his way<br />
<br />
Though he daily the waters will scour<br />
He has but limited inclination for<br />
The grains of downstream fragments<br />
Which glisten upon the rivers floor<br />
<br />
They offer him only the flavour<br />
Of which they allude to lying ahead<br />
That will put to rest the thoughts <br />
Of such lesser enticing river bed<br />
<br />
Itâs towards the far off mountains<br />
That he makes his arduous crawl<br />
His voracious fevered answer<br />
In pursuit of her ceaseless call<br />
<br />
Sun-scorched, malnourished yet impervious<br />
Nought heâd stumble across would deter<br />
Should he fail - the âcrazed megalomanicâ<br />
In success â âzealous entrepreneurâ<br />
<br />
He knows the mountains conceal within <br />
A rich and lustrous seam<br />
He has caught in their dawning glory<br />
Her beckoning golden gleam<br />
<br />
The day he steals upon her seclusion<br />
She will the worth of her treasure convey<br />
To transform worn weathered prospector<br />
In a salubrious and resplendent display<br />
<br />
Though tonight in the still of the moonlight<br />
The distant wolf-howl streams<br />
An orchestrated wild-wood movement<br />
To the prospector's golden dreams<br />