Poem July 25, 1988 Issue

Now hear this

V. L. S. Webber

"I made you," God says.
"Perfect," He insists,
"In My likeness."

As His invulnerable offspring
You are never
In the soup
Under a cloud
Up the creek
Over a barrel
Down the drain
Out on a limb
Off your rocker
Or over the hill.

"Never?"
"Never!!"

V. L. S. Webber

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