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Let's face it you've all packed up and left me in the shop
Its a public holiday and nobody told me
You didn't invite me on the coach trip to Bognor
Not even SFO around playing with himself
St. Patrick was here but that was just a holy vision a trick of the mind
Best get on and write something then

All the internet is of one twitterer, and is one tweet. When one user logs out, Windows is closed (translated into digital language); every log-in must be so translated.

As therefore Wylie Gustafson's soundbyte calls not upon Gustafson only, but upon the blogosphere to come, so this yodel calls us all: But how much more me, who am brought so near the Windows by this sickness.

No subscriber is an island, entire of itself; any man's log-out diminishes me, because I am logged in to the information superhighway.

And therefore never send e-mail or use search engines to discover for whom the Ya-hoo-oo-oo yodels; it yodels for thee.

I'm so Donne with this topic.

Can we move on?

I told you I was alone

Onion be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not soe,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost know,
Did not, poore onion, invite ye either on that trip to go.
To dwell alone also.

Donne - but not quite

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Quote: The San Francisco Onion

All the internet is of one twitterer, and is one tweet. When one user logs out, Windows is closed (translated into digital language); every log-in must be so translated.

As therefore Wylie Gustafson's soundbyte calls not upon Gustafson only, but upon the blogosphere to come, so this yodel calls us all: But how much more me, who am brought so near the Windows by this sickness.

No subscriber is an island, entire of itself; any man's log-out diminishes me, because I am logged in to the information superhighway.

And therefore never send e-mail or use search engines to discover for whom the Ya-hoo-oo-oo yodels; it yodels for thee.

I'm so Donne with this topic.

Can we move on?

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Ode to an Onion with Apologies to Frosty

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry he could not travel both
And be one traveler, long he stood
And looked down one as far as he could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, he marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
he doubted if he should ever come back.

He shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and he,
He took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

I obviously took the other one

Alfred, Lord Tennyson Discusses the Fruits of Wanking & Spoofing:

Once in a golden hour
I cast to earth my seed.
Up there came a flower,
The people said, a weed.

To and fro they went
Thro' my garden bower,
And muttering discontent
Cursed me and my fucking flower.

Then it grew so tall
It wore a crown of light,
But thieves from o'er the wall
known as Chuys
Stole the seed by night.

My rigid member started oer again
And I Sowed it far and wide
In Maidens of every town and tower,
Till all the people cried,
"Splendid is the flower!"

Read my little fable:
He that runs may spoof and read.
Most can raise the flowers now,
For all have got my seed.

And some are pretty enough,
And some are poor indeed;
And now again the people
Call it but a fucking weed.

Morse - you are being a lyrical old walrus tonight- mayhap you have fallen in love or found a couple of forgotten acid tabs in a drawer?

And dreaming of Pompey Lil no doubt...

Regards

Skoob

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Quote: Lynton

Morse - you are being a lyrical old walrus tonight- mayhap you have fallen in love or found a couple of forgotten acid tabs in a drawer?

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Lynton, your prose makes me wax poetical...it's always a pleasure to hear and read proper english....I don't understand it, but it's a pleasure...!

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Quote: Skoob1999

And dreaming of Pompey Lil no doubt...

Regards

Skoob

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Now there's a little shipmate that could make your flower grow....

quite the bagpiper...was she originally Scottish?