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Seriously, though. You people aren't very good at being mean if you've got nothing real to be mean at. You're generally pretty decent at flaming, but you've always had something to flame at, like a troll. Take away the troll, and your flaming gets all forced.
And yes, I know. The name does not generally suit me (nor does the acronym it makes), but the poem's awesome.
I gave someone an earful for not knowing who Keats was once...
So, what's a goth doing living in Happy Valley?
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Twinkle, twinkle, little bat
How I wonder where you're at.
Up above the world you fly
Like a tea-tray in the sky.
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