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| Nonsense Ode to the single-letters-in-the-poetry-kit. Woe is D Let me be Thou shalt see Melancholy D Wicked R Bawdy you are Always vulgar Ever after I am thy measure ... er... - Yvonne Drunk she was That drunkard wench Full and wicked maiden ... erm forgotten the rest... sorry. - Michelle Ghosts do dream a tale jesting in merry manner. Of thy melancholy graces the eye deceived. - Yvonne Shalt you come hither? Oft must farewell therefore be said. Wherefore they that trifle through every tale are wanton Who seeketh no lady hath perchance mischance'd upon a peasant Quenching thy measure doth villanous vehemence only warrant envy Nothing can make more of myself whatsoever when woo... Alas, thence I say; too vow o'er ne'er 'st est derederylyereayelyyon or: please see her hast hence I forswear it. - Michelle |
| Manda bought the Shakespearian edition of Magnetic poetry. Here are some of our... uhm... better works. |