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Grex > Poetry > #87: Wordsworth I ain't, but what the hell | |
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remmers
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Wordsworth I ain't, but what the hell
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May 17 00:54 UTC 1999 |
Spring is here,
Spring is here,
Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!
Tweet tweet! sing the birdies,
Tweet tweet!
The songs of the birdies in the trees
Are carried on the soft and gentle breeze.
Oh, how infinitely it me doth please
That spring is here, spring is here.
Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!
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arianna
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response 1 of 9:
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May 17 21:14 UTC 1999 |
Spring: the season of violent mood swings, barely controllable hormonal
urges, allergies -- and the turbulent interactions all of these things
cause.
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remmers
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response 2 of 9:
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May 19 12:01 UTC 1999 |
Well yeah, that too. Someone should write a poem about that aspect.
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brighn
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response 3 of 9:
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May 20 04:06 UTC 1999 |
Erinn did, she just didn't format it like one. =}
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arianna
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response 4 of 9:
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May 21 12:24 UTC 1999 |
<laugh> <mock preens and flaunts her poetic prowess> d= (;
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cloud
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response 5 of 9:
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May 31 21:51 UTC 1999 |
John, you make me happy, sir.
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lumen
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response 6 of 9:
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Jun 2 03:10 UTC 1999 |
hrm-- I don't remember ever being that manic, much less in a springtime
setting.
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remmers
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response 7 of 9:
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Jun 8 18:24 UTC 1999 |
Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!
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lumen
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response 8 of 9:
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Jun 15 02:27 UTC 1999 |
eep! Well, it is lovely here =)
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bookworm
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response 9 of 9:
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Jun 17 20:16 UTC 1999 |
<bookworm laughs>
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