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This is a normal post Arf!
Nicely! I think that is possibly the worst poem I have ever heard in my life....
 (I helped save b3ta! Redsushi! Whoop! Whoop! Yes, that one!, Tue 27 Jan 2009, 11:41, Reply)
This is a normal post O freddled gruntbuggly thy micturations are to me

(I helped save b3ta! xandmi, Tue 27 Jan 2009, 11:45, Reply)
This is a normal post As plurdled gabbleblotchits on a lurgid bee

(I helped save b3ta! Hampster Squared has stuff at www.tilla.co.uk, Tue 27 Jan 2009, 11:56, Reply)
This is a normal post Do you think
we could stabilize the next 00547 and split our flight path tententially across a summit vector of 9gx78 with a 5 degree inertial correction?
 (I helped save b3ta! JamTallons, Tue 27 Jan 2009, 12:27, Reply)
This is a normal post Or we could just use the teleporter.

(Jimbotfu Bummed in the gob again, Tue 27 Jan 2009, 12:34, Reply)
This is a normal post Come on, this is a complete fiction
nobody's ever actually gone round Hyde Park Corner on a moped and survived...
 (I helped save b3ta! Hampster Squared has stuff at www.tilla.co.uk, Tue 27 Jan 2009, 12:36, Reply)
This is a normal post ^ Hahaha
The dead swans lay in the stagnant pool.
They lay. They rotted. They turned
Around occassionally.
Bits of flesh dropped off them from
Time to time.
And sank into the pool's mire.
They also smelt a great deal.


Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings
Greenbridge
Essex
 (Jimbotfu Bummed in the gob again, Tue 27 Jan 2009, 11:56, Reply)
This is a normal post Is that the girl who Adams called
the worst poet in the universe?

Excellent :D
 (I helped save b3ta! chenobble rocking his explorer beard on, Tue 27 Jan 2009, 12:24, Reply)
This is a normal post amusingly
it's originally a poem that one of his friends wrote in primary school
 (I helped save b3ta! Hampster Squared has stuff at www.tilla.co.uk, Tue 27 Jan 2009, 12:37, Reply)
This is a normal post here's leelee sobieski's effort to capture 9/11
This Day And All The Rest

One day.
One.
More than another.
The other,
that day,
those people,
too many,
too personal,
but not.
People you know know,
but you yourself know not.
Crashing down,
all frown,
hurting,
walking,
silently screaming,
slowly running,
often feeling nothing.
Seeing the lucky ones fleeing,
seeing those trapped inside.
Cry.
Cry.
It's OK.
It's not OK.
Smile if it's natural
Feel alive.
The president speaks,
The situation reeks an act of war.
I enter my room, close the door
Sit here.
Here where buildings do not fall to the floor.
we young will experience much more
future, liberty, the freedom to mope about in poetry.
My brother I love you.
Old friends and family too.
Safe for now glad to know I'm alive with all of you.
Feel what is real feel later heal.
One.
One person feeling the same as all the rest.
Please let us act and do what is best.
 (I helped save b3ta! the brass moustache putting the ass moust in brache since, Tue 27 Jan 2009, 16:44, Reply)