Created: Tuesday, 10 December 2002 Written by CorrespondentHast thou been spent?
You, publisher, arts thou bent?
Claimeth organ blister
For editorial mister But can thou be proud
Of the blood that flows through & through?
Whence mine of a mighty race
and a power decreed
From heaven until our doom it doest do weave
From sapling do cum seed;
& size no guarantee,
Of progeny with will strong and true
And imbued with wit and intelligence