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Post by cardboardlover on Nov 9, 2010 16:11:15 GMT
(this is a poem about the discarded bottle tops that i collect to replace the discarded bottle tops from discarded bottles without tops)
i like collecting bottle tops bottle tops are so easily tossed away like yesterdays newspapers or used bottle tops
what people dont realise is that they have many other uses such as replacing the tossed away tops from tossed away bottles that i also collect
it works out quite well sometimes and after i have replaced the missing bottle tops with the tossed away old bottle tops that i collected onto the old bottles that also get tossed away like unwanted bottle tops i sit and i read yesterdays news
(i am such a hoarder - if you would like more information on zebras go to a zoo or watch wildlife television or go to a library and get a book out on zebras - written on the 26th of september 2006)
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Post by David Grease on Nov 9, 2010 18:15:11 GMT
Get a life, you Limey loser.
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Post by Edna Sweetlove on Nov 10, 2010 18:44:25 GMT
This is one of the most original pieces of writing I have ever read. Also one of the looniest.
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Post by spamheid on Nov 15, 2010 16:38:35 GMT
An amazing piece of verse. I think it deals with the existential reality of mankind's brief sojourn upon this planet. On the other hand, it may just be a load of deranged shite.
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Post by Edna Sweetlove on Nov 15, 2010 16:50:13 GMT
Deranged is putting mildly.
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Post by cardboardlover on Nov 29, 2010 15:22:46 GMT
thank you to all of you - I have written privately to everyone who has commented as I am looking for new ways to expand my cardboard collection
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Post by myshackledbride on Dec 22, 2019 23:19:08 GMT
I have never read anything like this. Nor would I again.
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