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Date: 25 Mar 2006 04:39:36
From: Twittering One
Subject: Re: eat my come
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"Quiver of The Air, chaste, a French Horn confers
Among conifers. The Silver Hound chases
A memory, fervent for a bone,
Trips upon a Ticker Tape of Quotes,
Avian parlance, of gaily cavorts and gambols,
Doubling gifts of The French Archer
Of The Aspiration. Over the horn Scottie jumps ~
If leash disentangles upon a patch
Of Apple Strudel, while nightly strolling ...
Delight of bite bears pause for banquet.
A thought ~ To dine or delay,
A challenge to The Silver Top Hat's opinion.
A wise Player of Monopoly dewly knows
If The Scottie of Silver,
Of Fortune's role, A Park Place Paradise,
Scottie's destiny to land upon,
The Scope of The Heart unbolts.
An English Pointer's arrow darts exactly right,
Feeds a game's endurance.
The stagehands of The Theorems of Thesaurus
Pick from the forest bristle
Bell bouquets,
The Grandiloquent Prize Of ~ Of Pro Bono Monopoly.
The nomination of The Rook of Nonesuch
Players draws together
The Place of a Square Playing field."
~ Susy
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