Today’s Poem by Bill Tilman

Posted on June 12, 2009 | 1 Comment

For dreadfulness nought can excel

the prospect of Bung from Guidel,

and words die away on the tongue,

when perceiving Guidel from Bung.

–Bill Tilman

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