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   Message 101,919 of 103,395   
   Rachel to Rachel   
   Re: a poem for edward rochester / from b   
   28 Nov 21 13:09:30   
   
   From: roach4994@gmail.com   
      
   On Sunday, November 28, 2021 at 1:08:42 PM UTC-8, Rachel wrote:   
   > On Sunday, November 28, 2021 at 12:06:25 PM UTC-8, Rachel wrote:    
   > > On Tuesday, November 23, 2021 at 8:59:31 PM UTC-8, Rachel wrote:    
   > > > On Tuesday, November 23, 2021 at 8:58:59 PM UTC-8, Rachel wrote:    
   > > > > On Tuesday, November 23, 2021 at 3:26:31 PM UTC-8, genera...@gmail.com   
   wrote:    
   > > > > > On Tuesday, November 23, 2021 at 12:52:08 PM UTC-5, Rachel wrote:    
   > > > > > > On Tuesday, November 23, 2021 at 9:16:20 AM UTC-8, Zod wrote:    
   > > > > > > > > On Thursday, November 11, 2021 at 7:55:01 PM UTC-5, Rachel   
   wrote:    
   > > > > > > > > >    
   > > > > > > > > > Dot: A Response (Ho...Ho...Ho)    
   > > > > > > > > > Cancel Culture...🐾    
   > > > > > > > > > Alt. Title: EpiDot    
   > > > > > > > > >    
   > > > > > > > > > And as the beating Sun reigns relentless down…    
   > > > > > > > > > Merciless to Man's unharnessed petty folly...    
   > > > > > > > > > The pouring stinging rays like March's lion roar...    
   > > > > > > > > > Hark, Proteus rising blows his Conquering Horn…    
   > > > > > > > > > Come creeping winter tides as cruel as April's bitter   
   Hail...    
   > > > > > > > > > Lashing down like slavery whips upon the wretched rocks...    
   > > > > > > > > > Rolling over on his History’s magnificent mickle   
   mysteries...    
   > > > > > > > > > Washing away what once was thought to be....    
   > > > > > > > > > Ocean's mad laugh at ant-like Man's pretense, preposterous   
   hubris...    
   > > > > > > > > > These sandcastles crumbling on god’s golden sinking   
   shores.…    
   > > > > > > > > > The steps to light the way once fair now gone...    
   > > > > > > > > > Sweating all that flesh doth dandy do perspire....    
   > > > > > > > > > Alas, the man remains again no more....    
   > > > > > > > > > Barn Hope has left in high Noon's drowning darkness...    
   > > > > > > > > > Stingy Scrouge returned to Scrouge's stingy Source...    
   > > > > > > > > > And Elvis…..has left the building.    
   > > > > > > > > Good version...    
   > > > > > > > is there another version you thought was better?    
   > > > > > > there really are no other "versions," it was just me hammering it   
   out to get to this....chopping through the night, chopping through the dawn,   
   chopping through ice...through pelting sleet and snow...stop me now before i   
   slit my throat    
   > > > > > Please be careful...    
   > > > > am i in danger?    
   > > > i won't forget to change my tampon! :-)    
   > > save the world, bob.   
   > do you have any morals, do you have any point of view?   
      
   i guess my vagina is unimportant and as useless as tits on a bull.   
      
   thanks a lot.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)   

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