a poem for byron

elazar · Post by **elazar** » Thu Dec 04, 2003 3:06 am

***** *** *****
* **** ***** ***
**** * *** *****
*** **** ***

**** ***** **
****** ** ****
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*** ***** ****

* *** **** ***
**** **** ******
*** ***** ***
***** * ******

** **** *** **
**** **** *******
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*** * *******

salut

elazar

lizzytysh · Post by **lizzytysh** » Thu Dec 04, 2003 3:56 am

I know he'll ******* and ****** this

. Very ****** of you, Elazar

.

Makera · Post by **Makera** » Thu Dec 04, 2003 6:58 am

Elazar~ --<--<-@ --<--<-@ --<--<-@ --<--<-@ --<--<-@ --<--<-@ --<--<-@

~Makera

Boogahbo · Post by **Boogahbo** » Thu Dec 04, 2003 4:57 pm

Refreshing

Byron · Post by **Byron** » Thu Dec 04, 2003 10:31 pm

elazar, who told you I had a *****, which needs constant applications of raw ****** mixed in a mortal pisster with *******?
You have captured the **** and ***** ***** that only a fellow sufferer knows of. I never expected to have my ***** splashed across the ***** of an Australian *******, with or without a handful of stubbies at your side. Suffice to say that the flow and ebb and metre and ***** of your **** expressed in this poem have to be acknowledged as the pinniple of literary ahievement. Thank you.
I shall now go and show my ***** in the light it deserves to **** and Matron, whilst poor Albert tries to recover from the shock of learning the true extent of my *****, especially in the cold weather.
Byron '***** his *******'