That evil creep is annoying you so? I have to add that he really must go. He's quite a brat, and obnoxious too. Mephiles is bugging everyone; not just you.
I'm annoyed at the fact he does not quit. This method definitely shows a stubborn wit. Many have been affected; many are in trouble. It's best if we stop it on the double.
How I don't know, and when has no clue. It all depends on what we do. We have to hurry; I fear there's no time. And so this ends my fragile rhyme.
'How I laugh at thee' is ref towards Rhythm, not the Baron. ^^;fullofheartApril 30 2008, 22:19:07 UTC
Thank you for your compliment! The wisest word is the only one sent. And confusing myself with words is common, If I'm the only one who knows what it means.
Rhythm! How I laugh at thee, for true poets truely can see That the beat itself has no taste-- Unless the poet can make it so by writing.
I'd love to visit the place where you reside, speak your poetry, but can also abide by the kindness of those about you. I'll visit you whenever you wish.
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will not hold back; and you will die.
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I'd rather leave than see most dead,
as that seems how most end up leaving.
And I have no use for such grieving.
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I have to add that he really must go.
He's quite a brat, and obnoxious too.
Mephiles is bugging everyone; not just you.
I'm annoyed at the fact he does not quit.
This method definitely shows a stubborn wit.
Many have been affected; many are in trouble.
It's best if we stop it on the double.
How I don't know, and when has no clue.
It all depends on what we do.
We have to hurry; I fear there's no time.
And so this ends my fragile rhyme.
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That you could rhyme while speaking so
honestly about your feelings
and about the current dealings!
True, the rhythm is not perfect,
but it's wonderous! I'll not object
to reading a little more!
Perhaps you could come to my door?
I live above an eatery.
It's a fine place, as you'll see,
and Papa Tony's kind to me.
I'm sure you'll find it's loverly.
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The wisest word is the only one sent.
And confusing myself with words is common,
If I'm the only one who knows what it means.
Rhythm! How I laugh at thee,
for true poets truely can see
That the beat itself has no taste--
Unless the poet can make it so by writing.
I'd love to visit the place where you reside,
speak your poetry, but can also abide
by the kindness of those about you.
I'll visit you whenever you wish.
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