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Friday, February 17, 2006

So Much Depends Upon a Red Apple, Glazed with Rain Water, Beside the White Chickens

Posted by on February 17 at 1:00 AM

Hackers who tried to pirate Apple’s operating system have encountered, buried deep inside the code, a poem. Apple put it there. And it sucks. It’s a terrible poem. Apple made nearly $14 billion in revenue in 2005 according to CNN — a record for the company. The least they could do is pay someone to write a decent poem. The poet laureate? What’s he up to? (Apparently, writing about stars and cows.)


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A Birthday Poem

Just past dawn, the sun stands
with its heavy red head
in a black stanchion of trees,
waiting for someone to come
with his bucket
for the foamy white light,
and then a long day in the pasture.
I too spend my days grazing,
feasting on every green moment
till darkness calls,
and with the others
I walk away into the night,
swinging the little tin bell
of my name.

-Ted Kooser, US Poet Laureate

Get it? 'Cause I'm a cow!

WTF? Could even the poet laureate be a crony??

"till darkness calls"

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