On Aug 26, 3:09*pm, hk wrote:
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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

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Harry, we all know you are quite adept at cutting and pasting other's
works. I'm surprised, however, that you didn't try to present it as
your own, you are quite good at that! Remember the picture?