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Post by Joolie on Jan 4, 2006 8:12:32 GMT -5
Currently at school Braving through the crowds and noise When do I go home?
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Post by bulaklak on Jan 4, 2006 19:08:10 GMT -5
Here is my ode to Our dear Random Comments 6 Farewell and adieu
I'm over it now Never shall I mention it Just to annoy you
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Post by ...austhai/... on Jan 10, 2006 22:50:01 GMT -5
I am ready for rain pebbles on windowpane Muliteo Mudd
(mukilteo mudd is ice cream)
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Post by ...austhai/... on Jan 12, 2006 3:20:39 GMT -5
Jay Leno is on what sold on ebay today a guitar toilet seat
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Post by ...austhai/... on Jan 12, 2006 3:22:18 GMT -5
twix la and syd is anybody obsessed with it lost abc 9pm
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Post by Joolie on Jan 12, 2006 9:49:36 GMT -5
early morning dew the rising sun peeks out from behind every tree
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Post by ...austhai/... on Jan 12, 2006 23:58:19 GMT -5
blank quick reply computer monitor hum 50 posts to go
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Post by lucia on Jan 13, 2006 0:04:23 GMT -5
he walks on water at least that is what he thinks what a f***ing t***
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Post by ...austhai/... on Jan 14, 2006 20:49:21 GMT -5
cinnamon churro reading a book, rainy day homeless man yelling
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Post by ...austhai/... on Jan 15, 2006 17:46:30 GMT -5
great defensive line phone ringing, its a screech no cars on the street
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Post by thezealouscookie on Jan 16, 2006 0:23:13 GMT -5
Sweet Thames ran softly And sank into the wet bank Off the sandy road
Last fingers of leaf And wind, cross the browning land Trams and dusty trees
We should stop and drink Who was living is now dead Under the brown fog
I sat down and wept Sterile thunder without rain Red sullen faces
Flushed and derided Waiting here above the bank Prison and palace
Has my voice come back? I'll speak not loud or long, just Till I end my song
Oh violet hour! Bring this sailor home from sea And to my daughter
In a blast I hear Et, O ces voix d’enfants Twit, so rudely forced
Well, that was a fun couple hours. At least this forum can keep me unproductively busy. In all fairness I wrote this by chopping up "The Waste Land".
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Post by lucia on Jan 16, 2006 7:53:01 GMT -5
^haha, I thought I recognized it nice job... I shall condense 'Ulysses' It begins like this: "Stately, plump Buck Mulligan" And ends with a "Yes"
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Post by z. on Jan 16, 2006 8:24:16 GMT -5
At Start Library On the front lawn, open Age Found my name and code
Eyes widen, jaw drop Accepted into first pref’ University.
*The 'Age' is a newspaper here. I did go to Federation Square too, but i found out at the State Library.
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Post by lucia on Jan 16, 2006 8:30:12 GMT -5
^congrats man (oops not a haiku)
congrats zandonai you're uni life begins now buy some panadol
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Post by Nikki on Jan 16, 2006 19:56:31 GMT -5
Only three lines for a poem Is a format I refuse to condone I need at least five, to make it alive, All of you, I own.
An elf had a penchant to lurk Around me as I went berserk. But seemingly handy he can be Whilst cooking food for me, And studiously doing homework.
But nay, do not call him a slave. For his name is actually Dave. He's paid quite well, An aspiring swell, Green shoes to him I gave.
Sorry. The Irish in me prefers limericks. But do carry on.
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