Landman
Posette enthusiast
Joined: June 2003
Posts: 930
Location: Grants Pass, Oregon (but http://www.iam.ca)
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14 Oct 2004 23:42
Mine’s a tale that can’t be told,
My freedom I hold dear;
How years ago in days of old
When magic filled the air,
T’was in the darkest depths of mordor
I met a girl so fair,
But gollum, and the evil one crept up
And slipped away with her.
_______________ I'd rather have a bottle in front of me then a frontal lobotomy.......
My grey matter is turning white, my proof is my grey hair....
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