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TheUnknownPoet
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Mon Mar 22, 2010 11:03 am
TheUnknownPoet says... · Mon Mar 22, 2010 11:03 am
British Airways come on you fairways
I fly on you always n ya take me aways
So whys you striking anyways
I find so double backways that YOU, IN THIS WAY
Would even do this to me babes

OhHH my actual days
What makes you thinks this is okays
I don’t understand this greving craze
On these planes I cant cant even eat marmalades
No one eats cause they don’t flyu, not mayonnaise
So seriously babes
This shit is graves
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Davidmartin
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Mon Mar 22, 2010 12:14 pm
Davidmartin says... · Mon Mar 22, 2010 12:14 pm
Hey Unkkownpoet! nice poem, it sounds a little like an early twentieth century american mafia speech, it instantly gave me the image of one of those old gangsters with a thick cigar in their mouth. Nice work!
I saw pale kings, and princes too,
Pale warriors, death pale were they all;
They cry'd - 'La belle Dame sans merci
Hath thee in thrall!'
-John Keats
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In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.
— JRR Tolkien