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a poem for byron
Posted: Thu Dec 04, 2003 3:06 am
by elazar
***** *** *****
* **** ***** ***
**** * *** *****
*** **** ***
**** ***** **
****** ** ****
** **** **
*** ***** ****
* *** **** ***
**** **** ******
*** ***** ***
***** * ******
** **** *** **
**** **** *******
**** * ** **
*** * *******
salut
elazar
Posted: Thu Dec 04, 2003 3:56 am
by lizzytysh
I know he'll ******* and ****** this
. Very ****** of you, Elazar
.
Posted: Thu Dec 04, 2003 6:58 am
by Makera
Elazar~ --<--<-@ --<--<-@ --<--<-@ --<--<-@ --<--<-@ --<--<-@ --<--<-@
~Makera
Posted: Thu Dec 04, 2003 4:57 pm
by Boogahbo
Refreshing
Posted: Thu Dec 04, 2003 10:31 pm
by Byron
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 *******'