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Perpetually blunt.
He continues to hunt,
For for the same stuff to shunt.
To the spirituality forum front.

The poster bearing brunt
Of this "anti-August" stunt
Is the forum grunt
Who's a bit of a ...
runt



To whom do I refer? 🙂

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Originally posted by Agerg
Perpetually blunt.
He continues to hunt,
For for the same stuff to shunt.
To the spirituality forum front.

The poster bearing brunt
Of this "anti-August" stunt
Is the forum grunt
Who's a bit of a ... [hidden]runt[/hidden]


To whom do I refer? 🙂
Didn't mean to imply I was referring to divegeester btw ... I wasn't


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But helpless pieces in the game He plays
Upon this chequer-board of Nights and Days
He hither and thither moves, and checks ... and slays
Then one by one, back in the Closet lays

"The Moving Finger writes: and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it."

Omar Khayyam

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Originally posted by Agerg
Perpetually blunt.
He continues to hunt,
For for the same stuff to shunt.
To the spirituality forum front.

The poster bearing brunt
Of this "anti-August" stunt
Is the forum grunt
Who's a bit of a ... [hidden]runt[/hidden]


To whom do I refer? 🙂
well it sounds like that Dive Twat

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When All Our Words Have Been Turned

When all our word have been turned and turned
like flowers tossed in a stormy breeze
till wind-burnt and bruised, bereft
of the brightness we once beheld in them
when first we set them out in the sun,
I sit in silence and consider
how the hummingbirds dart in bee-balm
without debate or invitation,
having borne themselves on many winds,
turned and turned, until turning
into this corner of my garden
to dance and mate the summer season,
mocking without intention
our laborious chains of reason.