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                                         PANDEMONIUM 
             
            Hi, ho, it's Spring again, 
             
            Out of my eye's corner 
             
            I thought I saw the Horned Man, the Green Man 
             
            Charging down the glen, 
             
             
            It was not Pan, 
             
            I did not get that freezing in the bone, 
             
            Half fear, half ecstacy. 
             
            Perhaps I was mistook, 
             
            And only wished I saw, 
             
             
            And maybe Pan is playing in a rock band, 
             
            Traveling in a wave of liquorous riot, 
             
            George 'something' and the Destroyers 
             
                       Sonia Brock

                                                                                           1898


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