Poem by Bill Tilman

Posted on June 12, 2009 | 1 Comment

For dreadfulness nought can excel

the prospect of Bung from Guidel,

and words die away on the tongue,

when perceiving Guidel from Bung.

—Bill Tilman

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One response to “Poem by Bill Tilman”

  1. Jake Norton | November 5, 2009 at 9:46 am | Reply

    Excellent…thanks!

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