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  1. Standard member Seitse
    Doug Stanhope
    08 Mar '08 14:29
    ... guilty feet have got no rhythm

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bQtlrBziyzI

    Is it my imagination, or isn't this the best piece of poetry written in
    the English language for the whole XX and XXI century?
  2. Subscriber coquette
    Already mated
    09 Mar '08 06:11
    Originally posted by Seitse
    ... guilty feet have got no rhythm

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bQtlrBziyzI

    Is it my imagination, or isn't this the [b]best piece of poetry
    written in
    the English language for the whole XX and XXI century?[/b]
    you are right, you aren't imagining it, it isn't
  3. Standard member Seitse
    Doug Stanhope
    09 Mar '08 08:44
    Originally posted by coquette
    you are right, you aren't imagining it, it isn't
    Ignorant!

    George Michael is the contemporary T.S. Elliot !

    Behold!
  4. Standard member yo its me
    watch the acid...
    09 Mar '08 08:53
    Originally posted by Seitse
    George Michael is the contemporary T.S. Elliot !
    Time can never mend the careless whispers of a good friend. G Michael
  5. Standard member Seitse
    Doug Stanhope
    09 Mar '08 08:54
    You are my new e-rainbow friend.

    Hug me.
  6. Standard member yo its me
    watch the acid...
    09 Mar '08 09:10
    Originally posted by Seitse
    You are my new e-rainbow friend.

    Hug me.
    There's nothing rainbow about me

    So dear friends your love has gone
    Only tears to dwell upon
    I dare not say as the wind must blow
    So a love is lost, a love is won
    Go to sleep and dream again
    Soon your hopes will rise aand then
    From all this gloom life can start anew
    And there'll be no crying soon. 'Dear freinds by G. Michael

    I don't think he beats yeats though.
  7. Standard member Seitse
    Doug Stanhope
    09 Mar '08 09:13
    Originally posted by yo its me
    There's nothing rainbow about me
    That's what they all say.

    Next thing you know, you're living in San Francisco, listening to Keane, and drinking Perrier.