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18 years ago
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There was an old man of the coast, who placidly sat on a post;
but when it was cold he relinquished his hold,
and called for some hot buttered toast.
but when it was cold he relinquished his hold,
and called for some hot buttered toast.
so he tore off his boots and subsisted on roots,
that irascible old person of Bangor.
Who sat on a horse when he reared;
But they said, "Never mind!
You will fall off behind,
You propitious Old Man with a beard!"
who laid around dreaming all day
His cultists would quiver and shake
trying desperatly to wake
That morphian old god of R'lyeh
Whose carvings were totally hideous.
He carved Aphrodite
without any nightie
And shocked all the truly fastidious.