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29909 Re: Trees
   [b]The Touch of the Master's Hand 'Twas battered and scarred, and t... 		ribit   FFFT3   01 Feb 2017
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29906 Re: Trees
   Good morning keystone, Trump didn't have a poet at his inauguration... 		clo   FFFT3   01 Feb 2017
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Re: Trees

By: keystone in FFFT3
Wed, 01 Feb 17 5:06 PM
Msg. 29905 of 65535
(This msg. is a reply to 29901 by ribit)
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Sorry Ribit, I honestly felt that you would be able to understand Joyce Kilmer.

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I forgot for a moment you had shit for brains and were detached from the English language.

Let me assure you my illiterate baboon a little poetry in your youth might have learned you better.

Mocking another man's art is a wonderful way to prove your own idiocy.

Here's one for you. There is a quiz tomorrow and remember to bring a sharp pencil.

Jabberwocky

‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”

He took his vorpal sword in hand;
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
He chortled in his joy.

‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.