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Post by The Silence on Feb 17, 2003 19:58:46 GMT -5
Poetry
Poetry is a curious thing. Just sticking together random words Until it comes out as something that makes sense. Or doesn’t, as the case may be. Picking words that rhyme. Or don’t, as the case may be. Finding a pattern and following it. Or not, such is often the case. A story, an emotion, random words. Everything is a poem, and yet nothing. Or is it?
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Post by Archagon on Feb 17, 2003 19:59:37 GMT -5
UM!
Reading this while listening to "Pampugrass" gives it a strange effect...
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Post by The Silence on Feb 17, 2003 20:00:01 GMT -5
Pampus Grass.
I'll bet.
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Post by Archagon on Feb 17, 2003 20:03:25 GMT -5
You will? How much??
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Post by The Silence on Feb 17, 2003 20:03:57 GMT -5
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Post by dietspam16 on Feb 18, 2003 2:52:52 GMT -5
sure u wewren't smoking grass?
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Post by Blues on Feb 21, 2003 1:50:08 GMT -5
I know you were.........can I have some? ;D
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Post by flirtayangel on Feb 21, 2003 11:46:40 GMT -5
blues, don't you have your own personal stash already?
~*~Me
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Post by The Silence on Feb 21, 2003 15:18:36 GMT -5
He probably forgot where he hid it all...
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Post by flirtayangel on Feb 21, 2003 18:50:09 GMT -5
well, the dog I'm sitting apparently really likes the smell of smoke... (I'm not smoking!!!! I bumped into people who were) and might help blues find them! if that doesn't work...well, go lick em molly! (molly=dog)
~*~Me
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Post by stuffmaster on Mar 16, 2003 0:47:17 GMT -5
speaking of smoke, I hope Henry doesn't find this board
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Post by Blues on Mar 16, 2003 3:26:54 GMT -5
yah, but he did.....
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