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  • Elli
    Reach for those stars!
    • Apr 2003
    • 17991
    #1

    As a Painted Ship

    Day after day, day after day,
    We stuck, nor breath nor motion
    As idle as a painted ship
    Upon a painted ocean.

    -- Coleridge's The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
    Read the Poem Here


    Ever felt like this? I did. But now I have sprung into action! Woohoo! Let the games begin!
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    • Donners
      Confirmed User
      • Jun 2004
      • 689
      #2
      oh please.. poems @ GFY
      come on

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        • Elli
          Reach for those stars!
          • Apr 2003
          • 17991
          #3
          Originally posted by Donners
          oh please.. poems @ GFY
          come on
          Well, I do know one that my father taught me...

          There once was a maid from Madras,
          Who had a very fine ass -
          Not rounded and pink
          As your dirty minds think,
          But was grey, had long ears, and ate grass.

          Is that more to your taste?
          email: [email protected]

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            • the Shemp
              congrats to the winners
              • Nov 2001
              • 10891
              #4
              albatross for lunch?
              i use Vacares...so should you
              Submit your picture galleries to my site...Outlaw TGP

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                • reynold
                  Too lazy to set a custom title
                  • Oct 2002
                  • 51271
                  #5
                  a rabbit perhaps? a donkey?

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                    • ldinternet
                      Confirmed User
                      • Apr 2001
                      • 8245
                      #6
                      Originally posted by Elli
                      Is that more to your taste?
                      Where's that nigger who was talkin shit?
                      He don't come around no more, because I fucked his bitch
                      I made her suck my dick, while I was squeezing her tits
                      Then I hit it from behind, gripped tight on those hips

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                        • mule
                          Confirmed User
                          • Jan 2002
                          • 6085
                          #7
                          Originally posted by Elli
                          Well, I do know one that my father taught me...

                          There once was a maid from Madras,
                          Who had a very fine ass -
                          Not rounded and pink
                          As your dirty minds think,
                          But was grey, had long ears, and ate grass.

                          Is that more to your taste?
                          LOL, I love limericks. I used to write them, haven't done so in years though.
                          Converting like a mofo

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                            • Elli
                              Reach for those stars!
                              • Apr 2003
                              • 17991
                              #8
                              Originally posted by ldinternet
                              Where's that nigger who was talkin shit?
                              He don't come around no more, because I fucked his bitch
                              I made her suck my dick, while I was squeezing her tits
                              Then I hit it from behind, gripped tight on those hips
                              K that's even dirtier than mine! What has happened to my pretty little thread?
                              email: [email protected]

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                                • mule
                                  Confirmed User
                                  • Jan 2002
                                  • 6085
                                  #9
                                  Originally posted by Elli
                                  K that's even dirtier than mine! What has happened to my pretty little thread?
                                  It seems to have been hijacked
                                  Here's a limerick by Stephen Fry:

                                  There once was a lecher named Ted
                                  who was totally useless in bed
                                  when parting a bush
                                  he'd fumble and push
                                  and screw the poor mattress instead
                                  Converting like a mofo

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