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On Aug 26, 2:53 pm, wrote:
On Aug 26, 1:46 pm, hk wrote:

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Yeah, but you blew two points for not using your spellchecker
Sorry, thanks for the head's up.
Hey Tom, you misspelled "Which" and "the", and Ipso Facto (unless you
are talking about an IPOD) did you get past 3rd grade or what!
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I dunno' I can't spell for ****, but I know "I" is "I" not "i"...
You don't *know* schitt, either:
may i feel said he
(i'll squeal said she
just once said he)
it's fun said she
(may i touch said he
how much said she
a lot said he)
why not said she
(let's go said he
not too far said she
what's too far said he
where you are said she)
may i stay said he
(which way said she
like this said he
if you kiss said she
may i move said he
is it love said she)
if you're willing said he
(but you're killing said she
but it's life said he
but your wife said she
now said he)
ow said she
(tiptop said he
don't stop said she
oh no said he)
go slow said she
(cccome?said he
ummm said she)
you're divine!said he
(you are Mine said she)
e.e. cummings
Psssst, Harry, properly written English and prose are two completely
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Shhhhh, facts don't count...only little fabricated victories

"properly written English and prose are two completely different things..."

snerk

What the hell does *that* mean? It means...nothing.

You and your buddy Loogy are ignorant asses. Cummings' poems were
"properly written English." The point, which both you idiots missed, was
that someone skilled in the language, as was Cummings, can twist it any
way he or she likes, and it will still be proper English.

You two "misuse" the language because you don't know better.

Here's someone who does:

Driving a cardboard automobile without a license

Driving a cardboard automobile without a license
at the turn of the century
my father ran into my mother
on a fun-ride at Coney Island
having spied each other eating
in a French boardinghouse nearby
And having decided right there and then
that she was right for him entirely
he followed her into
the playland of that evening
where the headlong meeting
of their ephemeral flesh on wheels
hurtled them forever together

And I now in the back seat
of their eternity
reaching out to embrace them

Lawrence Ferlinghetti