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Originally posted by alkytrio666
Ah shit. I was looking forward to seeing another great ItsAlive noob post. Do it for me, not him. Pleasssee...
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Aight. I give you a poem by Robert Frost.
I dwell in a lonely house I know
That vanished many a summer ago,
And left no trace but the cellar walls,
And a cellar in which the daylight falls,
And the purple-stemmed wild raspberries grow.
O'er ruined fences the grape-vines shield
The woods come back to the mowing field;
The orchard tree has grown one copse
Of new wood and old where the woodpecker chops;
The footpath down to the well is healed.
I dwell with a strangely aching heart
In that vanished abode there far apart
On that disused and forgotten road
That has no dust-bath now for the toad.
But lbuie loves the smell of dudes' farts.