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Poor little feeder, all alone.
With no Centauri woman to call his own.
To ease his pain, on CIS, he lurks.
'Til he finds me, with my odd little quirks.

We cross swords, his evil, mine good.
And duel in this, our cyber-hood.
A friendly exchange? an all-out assault?
For you to decide, my dear adults.

And so, the feeder lives another day.
Lord knows, we know, he has had his say.
A little more opinionated than most.
And always as near as your next post.










Feeder Tentacle
Poem © by
Kevin G. Jones, 08/22/96



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All Material On These Pages is © 1997 by The Na'ka'leen Feeder unless indicated otherwise. LAST UPDATE: MAR 7, 1997.

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