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remmers
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The Second Coming
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Mar 23 10:34 UTC 1992 |
Turning and turning in the widening gyre halp! i'm getting
dizzy^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H The
falcon cannot hear the falconer; eh? you'll have to speak
up!^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H
Things fall apart;^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H<crash!>
<clunk.>^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^HThings fall apart; the centre cannot
hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, what you mean
"mere"?^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H The
blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere yuck!
bletch!^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H The ceremony of innocence is
drowned; eek! blub blub blub^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H
The best lack all conviction, guilty!^H^H^H^H^H^H^Hwhile the
worst Are full of passionate intensity. ooh! aahh! oh
baby!!^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H
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jdg
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response 1 of 22:
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Mar 23 14:10 UTC 1992 |
Yates!
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jdg
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response 2 of 22:
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Mar 23 14:11 UTC 1992 |
or is that Yeats!
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shannara
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response 3 of 22:
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Mar 26 16:52 UTC 1992 |
sub-text? B-)
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danr
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response 4 of 22:
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Apr 1 02:27 UTC 1992 |
Yikes!
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suzie
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response 5 of 22:
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Jun 27 18:17 UTC 1992 |
Please put the comments in, down below, I missed them, too fast.
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carl
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response 6 of 22:
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Feb 18 11:16 UTC 1993 |
Ah, the soul of a simpler day.
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chris
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response 7 of 22:
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Apr 26 06:25 UTC 1993 |
yew
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chris
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response 8 of 22:
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Apr 26 06:26 UTC 1993 |
er yes, the world has gone to hell in a hand-basket, the poem is perfect....
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other
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response 9 of 22:
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Mar 24 08:36 UTC 1994 |
Neato Keen!
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kami
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response 10 of 22:
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Mar 24 19:47 UTC 1994 |
my word- who wrote that, and what was the inspiration? I like the final couplet
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remmers
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response 11 of 22:
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Mar 24 19:55 UTC 1994 |
William Butler Yates, with marginal commentary by Marston Snord.
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remmers
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response 12 of 22:
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Mar 24 19:57 UTC 1994 |
(Unless it was Yeats...)
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gerund
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response 13 of 22:
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Mar 26 04:50 UTC 1994 |
Could be...
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jasmine
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response 14 of 22:
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Jun 17 16:54 UTC 1994 |
Cool subtext!
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bjorn
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response 15 of 22:
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Oct 6 02:40 UTC 1995 |
Poetry, the dying art. Mass Media upon it doth fart.
Demassifaction bogs us down, poetry shall soon be underground.
On Harkened HE, to the revival of dying poetry!
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orinoco
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response 16 of 22:
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Jul 16 16:05 UTC 1997 |
You know, I had an aunt who would get poetry books without paying for them
by smuggling them out of the store in her underwear.
She was finally convinced to end her life of crime by a particularly bad Yeats
infection.
Sorry.
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i
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response 17 of 22:
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Aug 2 02:22 UTC 1998 |
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
a stately pleasure dome decree.
Where Alph the sacred river ran,
through caverns measureless to man,
down to a sunless sea.
In Michigan did Marston Snord
the great computer Grex decree.
Where PicoSpan we could afford,
on Sun that we could barely board,
the Snord would set us free
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orinoco
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response 18 of 22:
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Aug 8 15:59 UTC 1998 |
Whoa....
Very deep. Are you going to eat that olive?
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i
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response 19 of 22:
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Sep 30 01:20 UTC 1998 |
I only eat black olives. You must examine reflected spectra of the olive
in question and determine my intention therefrom.
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jaklumen
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response 20 of 22:
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May 27 06:32 UTC 2002 |
I shall eat that olive and any olive that i fancies to eat.
And the author and commentator of that drowning poem shall be eaten,
too.
I am the monster that shall eat Ann Arbor.
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gelinas
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response 21 of 22:
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Sep 17 03:52 UTC 2002 |
Once upon a midnight dreary,
As I pondered, weak and weary,
Came a keyboard rapping,
A gently tapping,
Saying "Grex, for ever more"
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jaklumen
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response 22 of 22:
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Sep 18 09:12 UTC 2002 |
Rappin' raven, came a rap, rap, rapping.
Funky and gothy to your tap, tap, tapping.
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