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25 posted 03-15-2002 10:50 PM       View Profile for Severn   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Severn

Whereupon Lady Fair fainted yet again, vaguely - in her diminished mind - recalling the advice of the Lady Shinagnolock, her dearly-beloved-long-lost-deceased friend:

'A frenzy fit is not one quarter so pernicious; it is an exercise to the Body and if not too violent, is, I dare say, conducive to Health in its consequences -- Run mad as often as you chuse; but do not faint!'*

Really, she thought in the entire second that was left to her before she yielded once again to the Soft Bosom of the waiting gravy, I ought to run mad for want of exercise of my fine white limbs, this fainting must surely be bad for my delicate Constitution

Upon her eminent recovery, she remembered the still form of the rather indisposed Earl. ! lamented she. ? she whispered with arched eyebrows. 'What to do! What to do! How will I ever be married now? I do not wish to wait a month for my nuptials. Ah the life of a spinster - wrinkles at 25 and no Man to play 'Like A Little Trumpet' on the Piano for me! Woe is me!' cried the suffering and dejected rose-red mouth. At which thought she fell to with a vengeance and raved madly around the banquet table, playing long jump over the Earl's languid form.

Eventually, Lady Fair came to herself and remembered her Manners and Constitution. Breathless, she reflected, 'Really, I am certain that Fainting Is Much Too Dangerous A Thing For a Lady (an aside to herself: oh, that is right, only Nouns are assigned initial capitals - titter, silly me) to indulge in. Really, what would Mother think? Pity she is long deceased, and buried in the Churchyard. I fear to catch a Malady such as hers - I should think that that Scotsman should not have seduced her away into the watery Brine on his ailing Sea-Ship.  

Woe is me! Orphaned and without a Lover!

What is there left to do?

She fainted in 34,564 alternate directions...


*J. Austen

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Whereupon --- a’midst Fair Lady’s multiplicated Alternate Fainting --- dids’t arrive Mr Gower (recently acquitted from Sussex, which is not to be Mistaken for Sheepssex, as they are entirely of differing Philosophical regions). Upon review of the Situation, he took Liberty to speak a Question to the Fair Lady, whom he had yet to Realize was grievously Indisposed. ‘Fair Lady,’ said he, his Tone obliged through force of Habit to be a bit on the nasally side. ‘I am recently come from the Country, on horseback, to this estate.’ It was then that he Paused, having noticed the Fair Lady was on her 34,563rd Alternate Faint. Being a Gentleman, he silently cursed to himself, ‘ !!! ’ and bowed his head away to insure privacy for her final faint. Upon completion, he Cleared his throat and Addressed the Fair Lady once again. ‘Alas! Amiable Woman' (said Mr Gower, affected almost to tears by her Shamefully Excessive display of Despair) ‘I am but almost a Stranger who regrets this Inopportune Intrusion!’ ---- ‘ ! ‘ Fair Lady exclaimed daintily, her Muslin no longer tye-dyed. ‘ ? ‘ She enquired diffidently, ‘Sir, there is naught your lips could Pass that wouldst Forgive such Intrusion!’ to which Mr Gowan replied (affected even Closer to tears by Fair Lady’s Rudeness) ‘ ****’ ‘Sir!’ Fair Lady shrieked most unLadylike. ‘ ! ! ! ? ! ---- ! ? –‘ Lost for words, Fair Lady could do naught but Face the Table and ‘There is no Vice, nor Purity of Air to cleanse mine ears of such Vile importunings!’

‘ ? ‘
-------
‘****’ Mr Gowan repeated, tears intruding upon his Cheeks.

Fair Lady fainted Indifferently.
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'Egad' Mr Gower spoke into the Silence, his Nasally tone subdued beneath the soddeness of his Tears. 'I do believe Fair Lady has fainted... --- ! ! ! Yet again.'
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'How preposterous!' Exclaimed the Fair Lady. 'Fainted again? I was but merely reflecting upon what I could possibly say in delicate Response to such...' Here, the Lady found she could not go on - the very Notion of what had been presented to her affected her Constitution so greatly, she feared to even consume a Breath. Yet breathe she did, and upon finding such Sweet Air within her she carried on:

'to such base Nonsense, Sir. You have not claimed but one word (and that was Inopportune, which did have such a pleasant ring) of any interest. You have come lately to my poor mangled Father's house, partaken of my Roast (the dribbles prove yourself guilty, My Lord) and dared to question my Silence?

!

!

'I am fast emptying myself of Exclamations! (Coupled with a shortage, deregulation had ensured that the Exclamation Trade for young ladies was faltering that Year). You should know, Sir, that Wailing Ladies such as myself could never wont for Words. Neither would such as Yourself cause me to find myself in that Predicament. I am not lightly 'lost for words,' in fact, as a point of Interest, my Maman partly ran away with that Scottish Rogue in his ailing Sea-ship simply to escape my unfettered Tongue. I have heard told I even deafened certain of the Servants who had cause to be dismissed as they could no longer hear the Bells summoning their Service. I also hear tell that one of them is now a Pauper begging for Alms on Sunday..oh but, I do go on.'

Here, Fair Lady, panted in Exertion. A slice of now-cold Roast served to soothe her coddled nerves and she continued: 'YOU Sir know not how to even initial capital your Nouns! This is most offensive! I wish you would just leave...' Oh, alas! With a dramatic swoop, Lady Fair skidded in a puddle of melted Whipt Sillybub!

'!' said she in fright and imbalance.

Quite understandably, her State drew forth barrels of garrulous Laughter from her Caller - who quite the Perfect Gentleman, laughed amid beautiful Tears rolling down his ruddy Cheeks.

'Sweet Friend,' said he...but was forced to stop as a huge Belch forced its way out of his lumpy Confines...

Note: The sad omission of any occasion of fainting in this episode is necessary as there is a temporary shortage of supply. This is due to the stockist of feminine Exclamations - who also stock Swoons, Faints, and Frenzy Fits - enforcing a lockdown in protest against deregulation.


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Still Unsure of how to remedy the Delicate situation, Mr Gower (whom we have established without a degree of Uncertainty is indeed a true Gentleman, one whom, let it be known, does Truly and Properly Initial Capitalize his words at random as edicted under the Capitalization Act put forth through the Library Of Congressional Capitalizations in the year of our Lord 3495 A.D.) did stand in quiet respect whilst Fair Lady did appear to mumble into the now defunct Gravy. To his comlpleat and utter Shock, Fair Lady dids't appear to be suffering from a rare, but still well-known case of 'Gravy Hallucinititus Verbosis.'

-----

Mr Gower had had the misfortune (though circumstances that centred around the Foul event might have indicated otherwise) to be party to a Gaggle of witnesses whom had overlooked while poor Louise Barton (not to be confused with Ms Louise Burton) Fairly Expired as a mistaken result of Combining a healthy Frenzy Fit with the not-so-healthy Alternate Fainting so common amongst young well-to-do ladies these days. It just so happened (though you, Dear Reader may justly be wondering at the Implausible Coincidence) that there was at the table a freshly made Urn of One-Dip Gravy, which, upon mixing such a combination as Fainting (Alternately, no less) and Frenzy, the redoubtable Ms Louise Barton plunged into with a frightfully solid ‘Thuk’ --- although many who stood waiting in line for a mere ladle of Gravy whispered that perchance it were a ‘thunk,’ though none would speak it aloud for fear of speaking ill of the dead.

-----

‘Odd,’ Mr Gower spoke to himself, even as Fair Lady appeared to be rambling incoherently about some good man named Exclamation (whom Mr Gower presumed lived just outside of Bennyhana Hall, but wasn’t imminently positive about) ‘Fair Lady does’t now resemble muchly the Recently Expunged Ms Barton whom, as an aside, sordidly ruined a perfect Gravy with her expiration.’ So, upon recalling Ms Barton’s fate, Mr Gower (a true and Worthy gentleman) did reach out a hand and seize Fair Lady by the back of her head, ceremoniously yanking her face from the now expired One-Dip Gravy (which had been dipped far more times than once by the overzealous Fair Lady) and righted her upon the floor in as austere of a position as Propriety wouldst allow.

‘ !! - ? - !!’ Exclaimed Fair Lady, which , as you, Dear Reader, can well understand Shocked poor Mr Gower into such a Fashionable blow that his Heart (three and fifty years old on this very day) did burst forth from his chest and land in Fair Lady’s lap with an inexcusably Rude ‘Thunk!’

Without hesitation, and without a thought to possible consequence, Fair Lady Fainted directly.
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Alas, when Fair Lady did haughtily descend from her Soap Box, and was awakened from her latest Spell (and distastefully tossed Mr. Gower’s Heart to the nearby Road, where it later caused a Carriage to overturn, and upon inspection after said Accident was given to the Cook and used to make a most delicious One-Dip Gravy), there was tottering before Her a bedraggled Waif 'Excuse me Madam, wouldst this *hic* be your Estate? I seem to have attracted a bit of Lightening this afternoon and have a need to acquire... fresh Garments.”

Being of perfect manner and upbringing Fair Lady did instantly escort Marianne forthwith to the House Proper...whereupon her disturbingly familiar Features made her realize in her Soul, that yes, She was Fair Lady's Sister!

She exclaimed ”!!!!” and Instantly they fell into each other's Arms and shared the very innermost Depths of their Hearts. At that very moment, Martha did begin to explain the reason of her timely arrival…and to relate the tale of her dear Cousin Isabelle.

Isabelle though a little addicted to the Bottle & the Dice, had many good Qualities. Tho' Benevolent & Candid, she was Generous & sincere; Tho' Pious & Good, she was Religious & amiable, & Tho' Elegant & Agreable, she was Polished & Entertaining.

So her adventures at the stylish assembly of Sir Ron’s celebration of his twenty-eighth year were easily estimated.  Attending were J Barislow, Fair Lady, Mr. Gower, Ms Barton, Ms Burton, Martha herself, a hundred or more upstanding Members of the Community, and the majestic Family Brandon’s Dog, Master Ward. Such was the party assembled in the elegant Drawing Room of Passion’s Court.

It was at this Event that Fair Lady savored her first One-Dip Gravy and discovered the tasteful markings of tie-dye.

In the same instant that Fair Lady did dive into its savory liquid depths, Isabelle did enter (just slightly flushed with intoxication, having imbibed four Bottles of Wine, a fifth of Whiskey, one Whipt sullabyb and a piece of Rum Cake) and did begin to swagger Delicately over to the table where the Fair Lady lay Snoring.

“Here! Here! I arrogate the wench snorting the gravy!” She slurred and fell Face first into the Plum Pudding.

Edgar (being Isabelle’s Heart’s desire, and the Step-Son of Sir Ron, so dutifully attending to the Details of his Father’s Grand Festivity) seeing Isabelle in such a State, ran immediately to her and poured the remnants of the Wine she had clamped in her Hand, over her Fair Face, reviving her…

Upon awakening, Isabelle elegantly vomited over Edgar’s shoes. “Eek!”( she cried) “The flying angles!” and delicately tossed her Wine Bottle toward the western most wing of the Room, hitting master J Barislow directly on the Head and killing him instantly. Shamefully, this left a dreadful Stain on the Curtains behind him, which were irreplaceable, being a gift from her third Cousin at the Shower of her fourth Wedding. This whole event was most unfortunate, as they were Lovely Drapes.  

Fair Lady thus came to, and observing the activities around her, saw the attention that Edgar was bestowing to Dear Isabelle and having Loved Edgar with every inch of her Being( in a fit at the State of her denied Social Accomplishments) accepted the inevitability of Spinsterhood, whereupon she Alternately repaired to her Chambers with a Scottish Cucumber and was soon forgot.

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Martha was earnestly dismayed, who now would arrange the devouring plans???  ‘!’
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With all due respects to ladies present and decedents et al... I'll just have a bowl of seafood gumbo, a breast of deep fried chicken, and a bottle of any kinda wine ya'll got.
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33 posted 03-18-2002 04:34 PM       View Profile for Christopher   Email Christopher   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Christopher

[insert voiceover]hey LR, good to see you![end voiceover]
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34 posted 03-20-2002 07:39 AM       View Profile for Severn   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Severn

And so, with dark malice, ol' bloody jaws crept silently - his feet clad in the very depths of night itself - along the hall way of the quiet house. His intent was shrouded in darkness, everything was dark - not just his intent, the hall, the house, the..er..hall...soon though, soon he would reach the light! And take it for his own! (Cue evil laugh) The fair maiden would relinquish her hold on life that dark, that oh so very darkened dark night and..

?

'Oh...er...wrong story? OH. Cripes, how embarrassing...er...I'll just...'

(Ol' bloody jaws quickly turns around and flaps out..tripping over bottom step of stairs due to the impenetrable darkened darkness..)

'How embarrassing' the author is heard to mutter once more as he too makes a hasty, ashamed exit...

J&F&Q etc

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Upon hearing an alarmingly loud and sudden noise from next door, the Arthur next door to the embarrassingly ashamed author the next door over, slowly arose from his decidedly warm and cozy most wonderful bed and peeping out the window peered intently into the darkness of the previously eerily silent night. Sensing an impending malice he hastily retreated back within the security of the  stinky blankie he had beneath his not quite so putrid pillow. Pulling a time tattered corner from beneath he contentedly fell blissfully asleep, awash in fond stinky blankie memories (as smells are known to trigger the recollective process). Had he recognised the soft thud unique to squid lovers as they trip over bottom ( and even 2nd to the bottom ) steps he might have escaped the horrors that were to fall upon him ever so shortly after falling into his aforementioned blissful slumber.


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36 posted 03-20-2002 08:56 PM       View Profile for Severn   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Severn

But..but...but this is the wrong story! There is no Ol' bloody jaws..and there shouldn't be Arthur and his stinky blanket either..!

!

!

~faints in horror~


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37 posted 03-21-2002 04:25 PM       View Profile for Sven   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Sven

Alas!!!

It seems that Fair Lady has been overturned.

!       !
    !
!       !

(Oh drat, I'm no good at these exclamations!!)

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Is it just me or have we come full circle with this?

!  !  ! (useless exclamation points - I just like to abuse punctuation)
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Now, off in one corner sat Master Rogue, C, whom amidst the collective Frenzy was noticeable if only because Upon Fair Lady’s exit, he did reach out with a Smoothe hand (despite not being a Gentleman, Rogue C was nonetheless quite Dashing), and Retrieved it as a pillar upon which he Could rest his wearied feet. (Listening to the Fair Lady drone incessantly had fairly Burnt him to the very Tips of his feet, which were none the best for wear in the first order as, being a Rogue after all, Master C was required to do a fair bit of walking upon a day.) Weary now of chaos, and not a little sloshed himself (he did have a thing for Whipt sullabybs) he did push himself forward in his chair in order to be seen better and began to speak.

‘Even now,’ he Pronounced in a firm tone which did settle across the breadth of the crowded room, calming Instantly all but poor Ms. Isabelle (whom was weeping in a Fair fit over the Condition of the Drapes). ‘Even now,’ he repeated after the long insertion did cause him to forget that which he had begun to say, as it was his wont at times to interject most Alternately regarding some Tangent or such. ‘Even now,’ he began for the third time, UnFairly annoying those around him with the Repetition… they were Prepared even this moment to retire toward their Respective conversations (as one’s own conversation is Far more Interesting than the Silent interjections of a half-Drunken man seated between the Arms of an overly large sopha). ‘Even Now,’ he insisted Strongly, which caused all but the Absent Fair Lady to roll their Eyes toward the Ceiling (where, Marianne did notice, were several Stains of Blood come recently from Mr Gower’s now homeless heart spiraled in a Most Interesting Pattern across the Clapboard ceiling (and why it was Clapboard, no one could know, e’en though it is a common Fact that Clapboard is only Properly used as siding, not a ceiling Covering)). ‘Even now,’ Master Rogue, C, slurred again, somewhat dizzy from the Glowing tangents.

However, it was at that moment that there came a commotion from Upstairs, where, it did seem even to the most Innocent of those within the room, Fair Lady dids’t appear to be screaming Quite loudly. (Hansella Grommet whispered in between the first breaking for Fair Lady to catch her breath that she Shrieked more than she Screamed. That worthy, however, did say it most quietly and only to her Very Bestest Friend in the World whom she knew she could trust to hold a secret above all others in the World! Still, as soon as her back was turned, Hansella’s friend did turn to the nearest person and repeated it word for word! That person just happened to be Gillie Brandon, whom as we all know to the depths of our souls couldn’t hold a secret, as it was she who did tell Every person in the Community about the existence of the Rare and Secret Edit Bird!

A moment passed in silence, as the crowd waited Most anxiously for the Fair Lady’s next Scream.
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Master Rouge C (having fainted from the Ballet of Tangents) now lay sprawled across Marianne’s Lap, drooling.

‘!’ she exclaimed! ‘Master Rouge C, does he not resemble most accurately the Back Door Boys?’ (which were the young Twin Apprentices to the esteemed Sir Ron’s Butler, whose Duty it was to ensure the safekeeping of the Rear Entrance) She screamed above the high Shrieking of Fair Lady upstairs, in the westernmost direction of the Room where Isabelle was flinging a Gravy Ladle violently at the Ceiling, attempting to strike Mr. Grower’s weaving Heart.

At the mention of the delicate, effeminate Back Door Boys, Isabelle giggled most immaturely, then –- once so abruptly diverted from her Task -- upon hearing the Shrieking of Fair Lady, flushed 34,564 Shades of Red and dashed Upstairs, most certainly to soothe the Commotion…

Whereupon a dark and mysterious Stranger began to recite The Rare and Secret Edit Bird, a Children’s Tale...
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[insert voiceover] During the Exciting Recital of The Rare and Secret Edit Bird…[end voiceover]

The rest of the Party, thoroughly engaged in the telling of the Exhilarating Tale, did not happen to notice the swaggering, descending entrance of Fair Lady (whom was deeply coloured and beset with a Smug Expression) and Isabelle from the West Wing.

‘Noaelle!’ Master Rogue C cried, coming to (and first noticing Isabelle, as he had been so absorbed in his own speech and swooning spell during her Entrance and Escapades), ‘Where have you been, my Angel?’

Noaelle, disguised as Isabelle, spoke in her true voice, which was a shrill soprano …  ‘Alas, Sweet Friend! I have *ahem* been congregating with this Dear Lady, Upstairs, and we have been sharing the Delicacy of the Scottish Cucumber…”

Fair Lady who during this Development had turned 69, 128 Alternate Whiter Shades of Pale, discovering now who Isabelle had been, with whom she had shared so many intimate Secrets of her Sweet... Heart…  fainted. Dead. Away.
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Whereupon, after twitching for interminable moments, she rose again and said in a bellowing whisper 'do you not like my addition to the Standard Faint? Twitches..yes, I think I shall patent that one - it will add to my meagre Income' and then she continued for the entire Room to benefit from: 'There is a decided lack of Continuity operating. I am most distraught. Either have me Outside, or In - Upstairs or Down. I shall not be in two places at once - really, it is not good for my precious Constitution. I have read some Philosophy in my Young Years and I am aware that Young Ladies such as myself know naught of space travel. And, further more...'

Here she was interrupted when she recognised The Rogue, Marianne, The Stranger, and a poor country Fellow who had strayed in accidently from putting the cows in for the night, all leaning nonchalantly on a pillar...

! !

Said she.

Loudly.

So loudly it came out as a horrendous Shriek.

'Strider!' she Shrieked to the dark and mysterious Stranger. 'Have you seen Legolas?? Oh Strider if you do not at this instant tell me where Legolas is I shall Frenzy!'

Strider dismissed the idiot Babble as beneath his attention, and drawing his grand Sword, announced 'I have finished my grand Telling of The Rare and Secret Edit Bird, a Children’s Tale. This is a Gift to you from the elves, my grand Friends; my Purpose is discharged. May the Force be with You. I must now Flee and find my meritable Companions...' and upon saying so moved grandly toward the door, and was heard muttering about a quest, and how could he forget, and what has happened to Gimli and Legolas, and where are the hobbits, and really I should stop feeling compelled to tell stories..

Alas, Lady Fair was foaming at the Mouth and was by now so insensible she could not possibly have stopped Him.

The strange Wind that swirled in through the heavy oak Doors upon Strider's exit brought her around once more. Fortunately, she suffered from 5 minute Amnesia as a result of her Frenzy Fit and Strider soon sunk into infamous Legend, and the Story with him. Her Heart saved from dying of Faster-Than-Light Longing she glared down her long long Nose at Rogue C.

'What, Sir, do you presume by coming Here?'

She could do no more at this instant than open her Mouth like a gaping Fish. Several in the honoUrable Company remarked internally that Fish sounded nice and quietly sought the banquet Table. Unfortunately for one Abigail Burten, the Fish proved too tempting to be eaten slowly and she choked in a most unladylike Fashion on a Scale. However-indeed-most certainly-why yes Sir, as she had remarked earlier that the banquet* was poorly produced, not a Body gave thought to aid her, and instead bade her to enjoy the Fish good and well. She did, and soon lay Prostrate and Lifeless. Indeed, two young Lads soon found it was fun to kick her Bonnet off her Head and use it as a Ball.

Alas, this was largely passed over, for the majority of the Company were held in thrall by the Drama between Lady Fair, Marianne, poor-fellow, Noealle/Isabelle and Rogue C.

Rogue C, suddenly lost his voice again at the words of Fair Lady and could only mutter 'Even now,' in an imposing Manner. Isabelle/Noaelle sucked on a last slice of Scottish Cucumber and ruminated on the effects of Poles in Buttons, while staring lovingly at Rogue C. poor-fellow stared around the Fine Company and ruminated on how big a word ruminated was for such a hick as he. Marianne was plotting how to get Rogue C back in her lap...she contrived to trip him up but the man was positively rooted to the Floor, alternately muttering Even Now and looking with desperate Eyes for an exit, after his hasty affectionate Greeting of Angel to the detestable Noaelle, and the Wrath he faced from Lady Fair.

With all the drama, no one noticed a Forbidding and Tyranical Man except one small serving girl who said to herself 'that looks like a Forbidding and Tyranical Father bent on revenge. I wonder whom has eloped within this fine Company...?'


*Which was held in the Shongoogladale Hall, owned by one Mr Summersbrook. He was at Bath for the month, and had thrown open his Doors kindly in his absense.

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aye, that might be true, jeffrey my fine lad, but the Welsh, don't you know, has greater girth
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44 posted 03-27-2002 04:22 PM       View Profile for Severn   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Severn

'You've killed me! I have been overturned!'

~gurgle gurgle~

Silence

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!ack!

!no!

the fair lady hast di-ed.

and just when we found a suitable suitor.

!ack!
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When did "died" become a two syllable word?
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died can be two syllables if damn can be three.

so says keemla.

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48 posted 03-29-2002 02:32 PM       View Profile for Christopher   Email Christopher   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Christopher

k-eem-lah

that's three sullabybs too, right?
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49 posted 03-29-2002 03:07 PM       View Profile for Sven   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Sven

so. . . when does the movie come out???



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