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12-25-2006, 03:44 PM
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A Christmas Tale
Merry Christmas everyone .. in the spirit of the festive season, how about our own unique Christmas poem? I'll start off with the easy part
 'Twas the day of Christmas And all through the house |
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12-26-2006, 02:14 AM
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meretricious dilettante
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'Twas the day of Christmas
And all through the house We ate, and ate more, Leaving crumbs for the mouse. |
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12-26-2006, 02:37 AM
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Made a mess on the floor |
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12-26-2006, 05:37 AM
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When what did we hear,
but a knock on the door |
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12-26-2006, 10:10 AM
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My strength is as the strength of eight -- My heart is nearly pure. Last edited by Marcus Bales : 12-27-2006 at 09:34 AM. Reason: duplicate post |
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12-26-2006, 12:45 PM
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meretricious dilettante
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I stood there, dumbfounded, hands dripping with batter,
And asked him just what in the heck was the matter. |
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12-26-2006, 10:07 AM
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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.
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We looked through the peephole and what did we spy?
A man with a warrant. He growled "FBI"
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My strength is as the strength of eight -- My heart is nearly pure. |
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12-26-2006, 10:08 AM
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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.
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My strength is as the strength of eight -- My heart is nearly pure. Last edited by Marcus Bales : 12-27-2006 at 09:34 AM. Reason: duplicate post |
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