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[aid] => mick
[title] => Zebba Whitsen
[time] => 2005-06-02 20:49:46
[hometext] => From "Zebba Whitsen...A Space Opera"
[bodytext] => Lollygag Brutus: "I have knickknacks Where my mind once lacked A hack-a-sack (all alone) His name is Zebba Whitsen Some say he is at his wit's end Do not accuse his hair of having split ends ('cause it don't)" Zebba Whitsen: "Yeah, we stopped The Memory Holder Before he could lock us in the mind-control hole He would have left us dazed, dumb and out in the twilight cold Now all we have to do is get back home" The StarFlower: "A task that will not be easy Gee, I hope your stomach is not feeling queasy You'll have to meet the liquor-tuned Biibyl Midribel In the joint called Slice o' Sleazy" Zebba Whitsen: "If it must be done Do it we must...and have lunch Brutus, go fetch the purified water From the Venusian elephant's trunk" Sally Astronomicle: "O scotchguarding scooters Catapult from canyon cannons on Jupiter When we ride to Qudrant U we better test the subterranean sub-woofers" [comments] => 0 [counter] => 177 [topic] => 74 [informant] => Lee [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => surreal )
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