remmers
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Lost Friend
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Oct 6 01:01 UTC 1993 |
o where o where
is my teddy bear bear,
o where o where is he?
i found his pipe
and i found his bowl
and even his fiddlers three.
but nowhere, o nowhere,
wherever i looked,
did i ever ever find he.
o where o where
is my little lost pet,
o where o where is he?
he's due at the vet,
the appointment's all set,
but i can't even find
my little lost pet,
o where o where can he be?
o where o where
is my furry li'l friend,
o where o where is he?
he'd get sick and he'd mend,
when to him i'd tend,
and from danger defend,
and a helping hand lend,
but i fear it's the end,
for himself he can't fend,
my poor furry li'l friend,
o where o where can he be?
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rcurl
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response 3 of 9:
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Oct 9 15:43 UTC 1993 |
I find the landscape littered with scraps of cyberspace, annotated with
fragments of poems, or epitaphs, or clues to his or her last rendezvous
with reality, but the spoors are faint and fading.
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carl
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response 4 of 9:
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Oct 10 11:57 UTC 1993 |
Hmm. The details seem a bit sketchy. To be honest, that's beyond anything
I'd be able to do. I'd say it's time to call one of those 900 line side-
kicks, oops, I mean, psychics.
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