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DevilsAdvocate
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    1. k_9
      k_9
      What does it concern you?
    2. rockinteenbabe
      rockinteenbabe
      you have the same birthday as my dad - birthday stealer
    3. rockinteenbabe
    4. k_9
      k_9
      Shh! We will indeed! We need no curses from you thanks! :devil:
    5. rockinteenbabe
      rockinteenbabe
      that won't last long :D
    6. k_9
      k_9
      Hi :) I think we're doing very well without the arguments so far :)
    7. jephree
      jephree
      :devil2::devil2::devil2:
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    JABBERWOCKY

    `Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
    Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
    All mimsy were the borogoves,
    And the mome raths outgrabe.

    "Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
    The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
    Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
    The frumious Bandersnatch!"

    He took his vorpal sword in hand:
    Long time the manxome foe he sought --
    So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
    And stood awhile in thought.

    And, as in uffish thought he stood,
    The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
    Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
    And burbled as it came!

    One, two! One, two! And through and through
    The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
    He left it dead, and with its head
    He went galumphing back.

    "And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
    Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
    O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
    He chortled in his joy.

    `Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
    Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
    All mimsy were the borogoves,
    And the mome raths outgrabe.

    Lewis Carroll