Is this a turd which I see before me, The the pointy end toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I smell thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A turd of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
Would Lord Byron chortle at hearing such Fire Marshall classics as "Oklahomo" and "Floriduh State"?
Before Grumble Splitskin entered my life, I would have just said "laugh". But since Grumble utters things like "Cry pardon, DJ", I have now resorted to using "chortle".
Would Lord Byron chortle at hearing such Fire Marshall classics as "Oklahomo" and "Floriduh State"?
Before Grumble Splitskin entered my life, I would have just said "laugh". But since Grumble utters things like "Cry pardon, DJ", I have now resorted to using "chortle".
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The the pointy end toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee.
I have thee not, and yet I smell thee still.
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
To feeling as to sight? or art thou but
A turd of the mind, a false creation,
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
A great poet.