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Post by Daphne on Nov 2, 2011 21:15:35 GMT
Alas! By the measure of his mind Awash in toxic senile turpentine He falsely chases maids, beard instigated Dancing around perplexed chaos created.
His lewd, unsteady traitorious hands What is it he doesn't understand? She's much too good for you Of any woman that's so true.
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Post by Daphne on Nov 3, 2011 13:01:28 GMT
I was hoping someone would spot the hidden message. Oh dear, no one has bothered read it.
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Post by weewatto on Nov 4, 2011 13:24:59 GMT
Is it Jesus?
Or the Pope?
Or Jeremy Beadle?
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