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Pastimes : FLAME THREAD - Post all obnoxious/derogatory comments here
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To: Druss who wrote (8021)12/23/1999 8:52:00 PM
From: Solon   of 12754
 
But I remember the year that Santa got back at Lee (well...sort of...

Stopping by Lees on a blurry evening (with aplogies to Bob Frost)

Whose still this are, I think I know
He's at the village brothel though;
He will not see me stopping here
To slurp his whiskey till I glow.

My little Rudolph think it queer
To stop without a bar maid near
Between the brothel and the bar
My wallet thick like steak reindeer (Little Baptiste).

He shake his nose at big snowflake
He neigh, I whinny, both we slake (little Baptiste)
Upon the wind a murmur borne
The gurgle of John Barleycorn.

These woods through which I crawl and creep
Are dark and dreary, dank and deep
And I deliveries have to do
But my sleigh is gone and so is Ru
And I have lain long time asleep (Little Baptiste)
Where's my horse?
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