Limericks for the Purist (communal)
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01-04-2010, 03:20 PM
Join Date: Dec 2004
Location: In a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland, at the sea-down's edge between windward and lee, walled round with rocks as an inland island, the ghost of a garden fronts the sea.
There once was this guy Aloysius
Whose career had a start inauspicious
The dunces, you see,
My strength is as the strength of eight --
My heart is nearly pure.
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