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                                        -26-
       
       
                                       The hidden stone ripens fast,
                                       Then laid bare like a turnip
                                       Can easily be cut out at last
                                       But even then the danger isn't past.
                                       That man lives best who's fain
                                       To live half mad, half sane.
                                               -- Flemish Poet Jan van
                                                  Stijevoort, 1524
       
       
       THE ERISIAN AFFIRMATION
       
       BEFORE THE GODDESS ERIS, I (name or holy name), DO HEREWITH DECLARE 
       MYSELF A POEE BROTHER OF THE LEGION OF DYNAMIC DISCORD.
       HAIL HAIL HAIL HAIL HAIL ERIS ERIS ERIS ERIS ERIS
       ALL HAIL DISCORDIA!
       
       The presiding POEE Official (if any) responds:
       
       ALL HAIL DISCORDIA!
       
                                     DON'T PHONE
       
        FIND THE GODDESS ERIS                          To diverse gods
       WITHIN YOUR PINEAL GLAND                        Do mortals bow;
                POEE                                   Holy Cow, and
                                                       Wholly Chao.
                                                      -- Rev. Dr. Grindlebone
       "Common sense is what tells you that              Monroe Cabal
       the world is flat."