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Originally posted by Bowmann
Plagiarist.
How so?

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Originally posted by carpenoctem
How about

"You're the one that I wake up with
You're the one I won't break up with
[b]The one I'll never walk away from
The one I get my night and day from"[/b]
Its between you, teacher1107 and Paulie's rehashed so far.

rb gets beaten by a short head into 4th place.

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Originally posted by Ragnorak
How so?

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Try writing your own lyrics. Otherwise you're buying plastic flowers.

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Originally posted by Bowmann
Try writing your own lyrics. Otherwise you're buying plastic flowers.
Wouldn't being a plagiarist imply that I intended passing the words off as my own?

Do you know my intentions?

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Originally posted by Ragnorak
Wouldn't being a plagiarist imply that I intended passing the words off as my own?

Do you know my intentions?

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Please spare me the details. I can only presume you're in love, since it's an emotional condition which has no respect for reason or sanity.

I should hasten to add here that my flowers were metaphorical.

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Originally posted by Bowmann
I can only presume you're in love
Wow, you've associated "Romantic Occasion" with love. They're not lying when they say you're as sharp as a tack.

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Originally posted by Ragnorak
They're not lying when they say you're as sharp as a tack.

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That's true even when I answer questions that aren't silly.

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Originally posted by Ragnorak
Correct the prepositions and still make it sweet for me girlie.
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If love were a tide, I'd make you my mast:
Upon which I'd shed my seed, I outcast.
My eye strays to you as though I were a pre-neutered cat,
You're emptying your bowels and I am into scat.

Upon me you shat sweet pancreatic juices,
As I played with myself in hospital sluices.
I am a sick man it's true; your love I do crave,
Or at least grant me access to the part of you I'd shave.

Between us you've constructed an artificial border,
By going to the courts for a restraining order.
But I'll watch you alas and I'll watch you alack,
And for you, my tubgirl, I'm coming back.

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Ay, yi yi yi, in China they never serve chili,. So lets sing another verse much worse than the other verse and waltz me around again Millie.