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[cabbitzilla]

A lemming from kangitanka3...

The ballad, I; I shun the world,    Its bustle and its noise, Its busy hasty rushing crowds    And bright consumer toys. Indeed, I sometimes like the old    Because it's not the new; And if you think that's strange or wrong,    I might not much like you. What Poetry Form Are You?

The towing company has the keys to the Saturn, and I've a check to cover the deposit for the engine transplant (thank you, C!)... but I'm out of soda, the milk's gone bad (cursed me out it did, then mounted its' motorcycle and sped off), and I'm going just a little bit mad...