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February 04, 2005
poetry mash
Tyger, Tyger. burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye.
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
Was it the wizards? No.
Was it the goblins?
Was it the elves?
Was it the dwarves? No.
Was it the kestrels? No.
Was it the satyrs? No.
Was it the brain police? What?
Was it the man with the key to the door of reality,
underneath the mat of insignificance? Nope.
Well, who was it then?
Was it the terrorists? No.
Pterodactyls? No.
It was Terry!
Posted by matti at February 4, 2005 01:43 AM
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