Too adjectival. (joke)
At 11:05 AM 10/4/2002 -0400, you wrote:
>my sherds sonnet - Henry
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>>http://www.unf.edu/mudlark/mudlark06/hg99.html
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>>99 from H.Q. Re: Final Report
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>> Glancing over her sunlit shoulder, Dr. Louise Chan U.N. Littletree
>> (the arch-geologist) virtually blinked a moment in astonishment when she
>> noticed--lying in an anomalous, undistinguished corner of the Soberlost
>> Dig Project potshed--a small sherd of blacquered Arpeggian cupware,
>> datable not earlier than circa 1386 B.C.E. [...] "Whoa!" she shouted,
>> just as Melrose the mule was about to pulverize the precious relic with
>> his iron-shod left back toe. Melrose, fortunately, desisted--and as a
>> result, we have the following inscription (transfigured into angles by
>> Prof. Wedgeworth Crease):
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>>[...] gold & yellow-black-leaved book of spinning
>>Jenny Double-essencell-El Chris O'Ferrous Balm
>>shelled giddy hailstorms up & down my waning
>>spine, Doc!-- Out of my hands-- My diving poem,
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>>that is! That is! That is! That is! That is!
>>& though this whorl street constellation's programmed
>>darkening green day, one's quantum foam begins to fizz
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>>new yolks! & Petrograduate I'll cease my roaming
>>since the aspiring baker-bacon is already hamming-jammimg
>>& to Seedling City (all-wise node) some
>> dumbig polarbunionbrain Nord
>> Easter is coming [...]
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