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Post by Stanley Brown on Nov 2, 2010 15:45:35 GMT
Bloweth light ye wind of destiny, lest carry thou this dream from me already, Wherein this vaporous fantasy or mayhap ephemera doth yet invade my privacy, Verily verily I summoned not you from your dormition betimes, oh sentinel of slumber, Return to whence the Angels sleep, No fruitless doubt here shalt thou reap, In realms of ecstasy we soar, our knees a-tremble in passion as we have ne'er known before, The simalcrum of sweetest adoration let us thus explore in ecastatic moaning And let the faint Moon goddess of the night blow off our brows. O verily, sing soft ye trees your gullies thwarted For us departed.
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Post by Edna Sweetlove on Nov 3, 2010 11:57:28 GMT
This is your best one ever, Stan! That 3rd line is a total knockout. I laughed so much I wet myself.
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Post by laxsanefreak on Nov 9, 2010 18:01:44 GMT
I just read elsewhere on this site that you might be an actor in real life. Is that true?
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Post by Stanley Brown on Nov 16, 2010 18:29:59 GMT
No I am not an actor. Most actors are queer. I am not. Thankyou. Stanley.
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Post by spamheid on Nov 27, 2010 21:56:50 GMT
I have quite often had my gullies thwarted. It used to be a common punishment inflicted by mad Doctor McSnottar, the dominie at Glen McHaggis school where I learned everything I ken.
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Post by Stanley Brown on Dec 4, 2010 21:14:27 GMT
i don't get it. ThankYou. Stanley.
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Post by spamheid on Dec 4, 2010 22:08:01 GMT
Well, it's aboot time you did, a man of your age.
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Post by Count Orlok on Dec 22, 2010 11:08:14 GMT
If i find out where you live, Stanlet, you silly fart, I'll have you good and proper. Blood tastes good, even from an arsehole.
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Post by montez on Feb 6, 2011 4:20:55 GMT
Sir Stanley, Although you make an attempt to rhyme 2 central lines in this piece, it's essentially free verse, and something on which, as a matter of principle, I do not comment........................er...............well, actually, I just did!
Robin Freeversehater.
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