echo shore/muradthefifth/bad-poetry.txt | nc nightfall.city 1900 | less
I really hope a world of pain is your thing, because that's all you will find here.

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I don't know what to name this one, but I can guarantee you it sucks.

[Runes on a Tree] (?)
My, My, Tree!  Thou growest mighty
Still bearing runes I carved on thee.

Stand and wait no longer for me
From henceforth grow tall and be free!
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Yea yea, dog vomit that was, but believe it or not, that was the best dog vomit I got.  There's worse.
As for the true meaning/significance of it, I shall keep that secret.  But, honestly, it's not too
obscure;  think up some ideas and I bet one of them is probably it, or at least very close to it.

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I haven't written it yet, but the next one will be about goblins.  Imma do some old fashioned goblinposting.

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Well here it is!

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You're a stinky silly goblin,
Living in your very own cave.

Fighting NPCs and wizards,
Never knowing how to behave.

Lest I die and loose my XP,
Always I remember to save.

Why can't my damn Saturn console
Just play Video CDs now?

It's because you cursed goblins
Hid the good card; I don't know how.

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This is something I wrote to annoy my friends when Luke Smith started to upload videos again.

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Long has the well of wisdom sat parched and dry;
I no longer hear the words of the Sultan; I ask why?

But alas!  He has awoken from his slumber
And given words of wisdom without number.

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This makes references to my particular brand of "GNU/Sufism" (as I've recently taken to calling it);  that is 
where the Sultan thing comes from.

I might be cooked.

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