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Post by bulbaboy on Sept 4, 2006 23:26:50 GMT -5
This topic is the reason I lay awake at night and cry.
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Post by Beelzebibble on Sept 13, 2006 19:49:58 GMT -5
I was the likeliest of suspects you could find, So qualified you ruled me out of sight and mind. Of course I killed our master Ned! Could I forego The chance to gain my pride and Rosa with one blow?
A man could go quite mad From being judged as bad, And this despite the quite contrite demeanor I once had. One wish had I: establish my credentials As an Englishman-- One does what one can. But you saw my hot blood, And I saw Rosa Bud! My rival, he, in rivalry let loose a violent flood! More fool was I, to even try to keep things from a head! From that day on, All hope was gone, And Drood was good as dead!
By the raging river-bank, Thunderbolts to guide me, Something in the wine we drank Built the fire inside me. So I shrewdly laughed with Drood; He left, I trailed behind. For his laughter drew me after him With murder on my mind!
No, I could not bear his style, That impish, simp'ring smile he wore! While he wore that sneer, His face was clear, The throats of those whose struts Are easily cut or closed-- It's not that trying to garrotte.
With these late additions, I have now revealed Murderous admissions Hitherto concealed-- Damn your little minds! Full warning you have had! Bad must lead to worse; No good can come from bad, No good, no good can come from bad!
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Post by Damien on Sept 15, 2006 4:56:28 GMT -5
Great, Photu broke the topic by posting something worthwhile! *exalts*
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