IMAGINATIONS
      INTRODUCTION
     
    
   
   
    
     
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      Kirby
      Ferguson,
     
     
      Literary
      Editor
     
    
   
   
    
     
      A
      SPRING
      POEM
     
    
   
   
    
     
      By
      Bruce
      Creamer
     
    
   
   
    
     
      The
      snow
      is
      all
      gone,
     
    

    
     
      I
      had
      said
      to
      my
      bud.
     
     
      You'd
      think
      Id
      be
      happy,
     
     
      But
      now
      we
      wallow
      in
      mud.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      I’ve
      brought
      out
      ny
      bike,
     
     
      For
      a
      very
      good
      reason.
     
     
      Most
      people
      cycle,
     
    

    
     
      In
      the
      spring-summer
      season.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Last
      night
      I
      was
      out,
     
     
      I
      thought
      I
      was
      being
      bold.
     
     
      But
      most
      of
      all,
     
     
      I
      was
      very
      @#$*&%
      cold.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      I
      started
      in
      first
      gear,
     
     
      And
      went
      right
      up
      to
      six.
     
     
      I
      dazzled
      people
      watching
      me,
     
     
      By
      doing
      my
      tricks.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      My
      tires
      hummed
      along
      nicely,
     
     
      On
      the
      smoothly
      paved
      road.
     
     
      But
      I
      went
      for
      a
      skid,
     
     
      When
      I
      zeroed
      in
      on
      a
      toad.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      So
      I
      kept
      driving
      on,
     
     
      Going
      so
      far.
     
     
      As
      to
      stop
      for
      a
      rock,
     
     
      To
      pelt
      at
      a
      car.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Jmagindlions
     
    
   
   
    
     
      /
      ES
      BS
      EAE
      TEE
      EE
      EEE
      I
      eI
     
    
   
   
    
     
      ORS
      SSSR
      oo
      Dey
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Noes
      TS
      NNN
     
    
   
   
    
     
      I
      drew
      back
      ny
      arn,
     
     
      And
      the
      rock
      flew.
     
     
      Then
      came
      the
      lights,
     
     
      A
      flashing
      red
      and
      blue.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      The
      fuzz
      turned
      around,
     
     
      Ready
      for
      a
      chase.
     
     
      But
      I
      was
      too
      quick
      for
      then,
     
     
      At
      my
      furious
      pace,
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Nothing
      would
      stop
      ne,
     
     
      Not
      even
      their
      siren.
     
     
      Well
      except
      for
      the
      store
      sign,
     
     
      It
      said
      "WERE
      HIRING."
     
    
   
   
    
     
      So
      I
      stopped
      to
      inquire,
     
     
      Just
      for
      a
      minute
      or
      two.
     
     
      Then
      I
      was
      off,
     
    

    
     
      Into
      the
      yonder
      blue.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      I
      would
      have
      made
      it,
     
    

    
     
      If
      it
      hadn’t
      been
      for
      my
      tires.
     
     
      I
      was
      going
      so
      fast,
     
     
      They
      caught
      on
      fire.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      So
      the
      pigs
      caught
      up,
     
     
      Boy,
      what
      a
      bummer.
     
    

    
     
      But
      it
      sure
      will
      be,
     
    

    
     
      One
      hell
      of
      a
      summer.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      SES
     
     
      HERE
      LRERR
      SELB
      E
      DEERE
      ATE
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      UPEI
      X-P
      RESS
      October
      3,
      1991
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
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