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<blockquote data-quote="dun" data-source="post: 40859" data-attributes="member: 34"><p>My poetic skills extend pretty much to "There once was a young man from kent, wh.............</p><p>Or for real class:</p><p></p><p>Twas midnight on the ocean not a street car was in sight. I stepped into a cigar store to get my self a light. The man behind the counter was a woman old and grey who used to peddle shoestrings on the road to Mandalay. She said good evening stranger, her eyes were dry with tears, she put her head beneath her foot and stayed that way for years.</p><p>The silence of the noise was great, the morning star was dawning, a dead horse galloped up and said I won't be home till morning. An axe came walking through the air, the clock struck 26, I turned my towards the skys and saw a flock of bricks.</p><p></p><p>Anon</p><p></p><p>dun</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="dun, post: 40859, member: 34"] My poetic skills extend pretty much to "There once was a young man from kent, wh............. Or for real class: Twas midnight on the ocean not a street car was in sight. I stepped into a cigar store to get my self a light. The man behind the counter was a woman old and grey who used to peddle shoestrings on the road to Mandalay. She said good evening stranger, her eyes were dry with tears, she put her head beneath her foot and stayed that way for years. The silence of the noise was great, the morning star was dawning, a dead horse galloped up and said I won't be home till morning. An axe came walking through the air, the clock struck 26, I turned my towards the skys and saw a flock of bricks. Anon dun [/QUOTE]
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