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by  The Walrus

Posted: Friday, May 21, 2004
Word Count: 57
Summary: I wouldn't for one moment suggest that this constitutes a poem.

Today is a special day,
a celebration no less
of friends who have
for some time,
it has to be said,
been banished
to the wilderness.

We have paid our dues,
had our wrists firmly smacked
and have now sheepishly returned
suitably contrite
to the Writers' Archive.

My life is now complete…
by the grace of Nahed.