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Post by Tbot on Apr 24, 2003 15:50:46 GMT -5
She calls you to the sea… She whispers in a serenade That she’ll belong to thee, Once the proper deal is made… Yet – you’ll never be free Once you've tasted of her treat; You’ll never be the same Once you’ve heard her heart beat… What her beauty hides from thee Is twice the love thou art denied! Oh, what a fool who rides the sea To take a siren for his bride!
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Post by PiMpDaDdY on Apr 28, 2003 16:43:41 GMT -5
Hubba Hubba!!! I liked that, Miss hot Tbottee!!! You got skills, girl!!! **KISSY KISSY!! SMOOCH SMOOCH!!**
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Post by Uncle Entity on Apr 29, 2003 6:19:18 GMT -5
"You got skills, girl!!! " Whoa! The very first Mad Max-referencial comment from Gigolo's mouth That's big time! ;D Tbot, Liked the poem so much. You're a really inspired persona. Why didn't you write a series of cool, romantic "Mad Max poems" for my site, telling and romancing Max's inner conflicts and battles through the first three movies? "Oh, what a fool who rides the sea To take a siren for his bride!" (that's a priceless verse --- the siren could symbolize our impossible, liquid dreams)
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Post by Tbot on May 6, 2003 13:13:06 GMT -5
Unk,
I sent you a poem privately.
Enjoy!
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