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Originally Posted by Solitaire1
I prefer Douglas Adams, who wrote about Vogon Poetry. I'd post something like it but my large intestine might jump up through my body and throttle my brain to stop it.
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VOGON POETRY
The Wilting Rose
I lay here wilting away
For the sun no longer shines on me,
The clouds don't offer shade,
The rain no longer cleanses me--
Cleansing the pain away.
Only darkness is my companion,
Nothingness my shrine.
The end?