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812 B
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29 lines
812 B
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AN ODE TO THE BR
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BY THE GREAT RABBI BAJZHEET
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Shall I compare thee to raw porridge?
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Hey, ther's an idea: Ode to BR
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Shall I compare thee to Infoboard?
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Thou art more kinky and less temperate.
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Rough winds do shake the coconuts of May
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And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
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Sometime too loud the line of telecom growls
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And seldom is his foul complexion dimm'd
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And every fair from fair sometime declines
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By chance, or hacker's course untrimm'd
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But thy eternal users shall not fade
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Nor lost possesion of the files thou ow'st
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Nor shall Fidonet bragst thou wanderst in its nodes
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When in eternal lines to time thou growst.
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For as long as fingers can type, or eyes can see
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So long lives this, and this is a prety bad ending.
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Worthy yeoman, canst thou dig it!
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