And while I type along
They keep humming the rhythm
To the same ol' song.
For if only they knew
The lyrics were wrong
They might begin anew
And come out strong.
But here they lie,
And tomorrow they die
For their journey is long.
And while I type along
They keep humming the rhythm
To the same ol' song.
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| User: "OzarkBilly" |
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| Title: Re: Take a stroll, troll |
08 Oct 2005 06:43:06 AM |
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<FLjeffbeach@bellsouth.net> wrote in message
news:1128572085.905059.19400@g47g2000cwa.googlegroups.com...
And while I type along
They keep humming the rhythm
To the same ol' song.
For if only they knew
The lyrics were wrong
They might begin anew
And come out strong.
But here they lie,
And tomorrow they die
For their journey is long.
And while I type along
They keep humming the rhythm
To the same ol' song.
Yo' sho'nuff knows how t'make up them purdy li'l poems, Jeff boy. On
account o' yo've already made it goddadburn clear thet yo' reckon trolls
is mentally screwed up, whut in tarnashun does thet make yo' fo' wantin'
t'play wif them? Yo' like playin' wif varmints who is nuts, ah reckon, as
enny fool kin plainly see. Fry mah hide! Whuffo', goddadburn it, yer jest
t'other cog in th' ol' crazy wheel of usenet kookism, dawgone it. ah got a
li'l purdy poem fo' ya --
Doomsday varmints is all nuts, Jeff says
An' th' trolls is all crazy butts
But ol' Jeff ain't figurin' his psycho ways
On account o' he's so nuts
Deep down in th' ol' snake pit of his mind
He doesn't knows he's one of them cunts
An' he's jess Wif th' ress of us ah rightly find
So, Jeff fella, ah cain't reckon
Whuffo' yo' make sech a fuss.
OzarkBilly
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