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Mon 13 Sep, 2004 09:21 am
Rejupping on my trificialous preet
I'm harpeting over gaboojules
Long life and webalous bunitine tigs
make way for the yourify trip mah quules
But grib! And vitee for the sharta da mayne
Waving his prut by the coipersic
Lends hope for all gribalees (sadly-not me)
and whabitish the poor lonely fliba's lik
Hark, gitch grenis on bluckety rimp
Stays in the vin-de-carsh brello for days
And the zorina's dreams of extugalog fraw
Can be seen going trepulunk qetaw
Oooh!!! I love made-up words!
Did they mean stuff to you when you wrote them?
webalous bunitine tigs... this seems to have something to do with dlowan, though I haven't figured out what... :-P
some of them, they mean stuff yeah :-)
Cool! What? (Should we guess?)
I'd read this one with a Scottish accent :-)
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