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Ode to Arrakis
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Paid access? HA!
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"Forsooth," said The Bandit,
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"Tis The Author for sure!"
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"Right," said A4,
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"It's the deserts allure."
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"No!" said Main Genius,
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"It must be the game."
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"She's right," announced Aldamar.
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"It's one and the same."
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"But no," said MC,
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"It must be MY board."
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"Wrong," said the Doc.
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And MC was floored.
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"God," said The Major,
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"TA's such a geek!"
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"That's right," said the Time Lord.
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"He don't even phreak!"
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"Rent-a-friend, Timey,"
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Said Greyfax aloud.
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"I'm cool," said The Cursor.
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Said Duncan, "Be proud."
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And all of the losers
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Lost on board three
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Said, "HEY! That's no fair.
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"Who's postin' as me?"
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"Why the hell," asked The Author,
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"Did I send in my fee?
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On a board with these losers
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Is the worst place to be."
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But too late it was
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To renege on his cash,
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So he logged on Arrakis,
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And lo! It did crash.
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By: The Author
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