Well my poetry does suck, and i like shouting, and low slung gun holsters
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the art of xen Missing John Martyn RIP,
Fri 27 Feb 2004, 14:57,
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I always loved that'Oh freddled gruntbuggly thy micturations are to me
As plurdled gabbleblotchits on a lurgid bee.
Groop! I implore thee my foonting turlingdromes
And hooptiously drangle me with crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or I will rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,
See if I don't!'
(As plurdled gabbleblotchits on a lurgid bee.
Groop! I implore thee my foonting turlingdromes
And hooptiously drangle me with crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or I will rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,
See if I don't!'
Ravenous bug-blatter beast,
Fri 27 Feb 2004, 15:00,
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Oh the underlying vogonity of the poet is so aparent it really throws his gruff and mean exterior into light
( the art of xen Missing John Martyn RIP,
Fri 27 Feb 2004, 15:02,
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Have you seen the vogonm poem generator(
the art of xen Missing John Martyn RIP,
Fri 27 Feb 2004, 15:03,
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