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My Prosopopoeia
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
petty poetry
There once was a man with a shoe.
It smelled like a big pile of poo.
He turned about,
But it knocked him out.
Thank goodness he didn't have two.
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Princess of Everything (and then some)
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wow...what more can I say?
11:17 AM
spookyrach
said...
why waste our time with shakespeare?
1:14 PM
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wow...what more can I say?
why waste our time with shakespeare?
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