With every turn of the disk in the drive:
To him who helps the poet thrive
By swapping silver for the use
Of verse, sweet blessings from the Muse.
But woe to him who plays the thief,
Deletes this message--grant him grief!
For every time the disk spins around,
His luck shall tumble to the ground.
--Copyright (c) 1987 by Sourdough Jackson
The Lizard King-"I am the Lizard King; I can do
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