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Post by jarvitronics on Jun 25, 2007 12:19:24 GMT -5
Am I toking falsely now?
Herb in space?
Man! Oh man! Amen!
What spaghetti be four?
Rash to my sorrow
Ice pick into the heart of the black knight
I am here to sea
On my journey from a high cliff
Down like a wile-eyed coyote
Khephri is dung rolling
Over and over and over
Art thou?
-j
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Post by fourthousandholes on Jun 25, 2007 12:36:28 GMT -5
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Post by jarvitronics on Jun 25, 2007 13:07:33 GMT -5
Perhaps "An OWED to Apollo"?  Yes I have threadsurrected the title for personal ends heh. (And you are a clever clever boy!!!  ) And now as I feel I owed you one too... Los Horn Nachos! Por que? EDITIT: You see Cuz, what happens is, the game learns ye how to play, not the other way 'round. And I know nuttin. -j |
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Post by JoJo on Aug 12, 2007 11:34:31 GMT -5
Thought I'd crib this one from TKIN.
Once upon a long ago, lived four young lads I'm sure you know. The other three, you know them two. You'll know me better when this is through. Before the band was on the run, a natures child followed the sun. And soon the four became a three, a list of clues for those to see. A story told in fine detail, to keep the loonies on the trail. A coin, a sheep, a favored son, were welcomed guest when the day was done. Now, those days are gone, the stories told, in rivers of ash, and urns of gold. A final hint to all of those, who refuse to see the Emporer's clothes.
Apollo C. Vermouth
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