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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Ah Such A Great Night... To Fish In The Cyber Sea Always does this generic guy abhor inflicting pain and suffering, hence I haint n'er fished before, and even metaphorically referencing piscine creatures (strictly as prosaic analogy), aye reel lee deplore causing deliberate suffering vehemently contradicts my credo, dogma, ethos, et cetera within and/or without, the webbed, wide world this Homo sapien doth explore and as an aspiring scrivener (fraught with floor rid sweaty palms even in the dead of winter offer poems galore already written alluding to the unpleasant physiological hoar rubble sensation of dripping (nee sopping) wet hands, a curse that follows me indoor or out, thus no surprise, an aversion to mingle, no matter socialization even jure re: duty with defendant whereat, me complicit sharing Matthew Scott Harris namesake accused of outrageously unreasonable po' wet tick rhyming scheme (but nonguilty exemption status decreed since accused ache'n to yours truly receives social security disability) would be a more welcome palliative versus less wick Kurd substitute then Cap' kanger rue, and ameliorate self imposed sole lit aery isolation and on the flip (Wilson) side keeping streets safe, cuz temptation dust newt not lure me into a life of crime) more or less chuckling, that profuse perspiration, would be mon nor matt heave, while accomplices fall down laughing in tears, and thence the poor seer suckers nabbed (cautionary fruitless canter berry tale), and (whew) not sullying only whetting my steely slippery rapport.
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