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by a stranger december 2012
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March 2016
sorry about that Differ, mine's the same way
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I guess we're both having a bad "hare" day! (Quoth the Snail of the Bunny Pen)
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Tina, you fat larrddd.... 
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Well, this place just keeps getting more and more interesting...
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I'll just sit over here and eat my ramen noodles cuz why not... :3
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(sarcasm at its worst) 
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Help! My cat fell asleep while we were cuddling and sees dreaming! She kicked me!
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Well, I don't think any of us can help you with that...
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gahhhh, please quit the autocorrect rebel accent
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Thank you! 
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Yep! I'm a winner too!
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I'm waiting patiently for my friends to roleplay.
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One of my most favorite poems in the world:
The Destruction of Sennacherib by Lord Byron
The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,
And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold;
And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea,
When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green,
That host with their banners at sunset were seen:
Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown,
That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,
And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed:
And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill,
And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!
And there lay the steed with his nostrils all wide,
But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride:
And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf,
And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf.
And there lay the rider distorted and pale,
With the dew on his brow and the rust on his mail;
And the tents were all silent, the banners alone,
The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail,
And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal;
And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword,
Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!
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Whoa. Cool!
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I love that poem! 
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March 2016
Roses are red,
My name's not Dave,
This poem makes no sense,
Microwave.
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I studied the story of Gilgamesh a couple of years ago for school! 
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