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   > This is a poorly constructed sentence, but it gets its point across:   
   > Your dream gave you a hard on and now you want to have sex with her.   
   >   
   > So we now have a complete interpretation of your poem:   
   >   
   > You had a dream in which you met "a little freckled girl" who you used   
   > to see (but never spoke to) at your high school.  She'd recently been   
   > away (in California), but still looked like she was 17 or under.  She   
   > seemed to be stoned out of her mind (an easy target) so you started   
   > hitting on her.  When she told you that she had always thought that you   
   > were gay, you decided to prove your heterosexuality to her by forcing a   
   > kiss on her, shoving your hand down her pants and groping her crotch.   
   > You realized that you might have been a little too familiar with her,   
   > and made a couple of puns in an attempt to lighten the situation, but   
   > the girl was still out of it and seemed okay with your manhandling of   
   > her.  You woke up with a woody, and wish you knew how to get in touch   
   > with her to make your dream come true.   
   >   
   > As you can see, I have analyzed each line of your poem   
      
   Misrepresentations.   
      
   > If you are able to show how *the words of each line* clearly mean   
   > something else, please feel free to do so.   
      
   The poem speaks for itself.   
      
   No explanation necessary.   
      
   > However, based on the above examination, I don't see how one could   
   > justifiably interpret your poem any other way.   
      
   No, you're simply attempting to lie about and misrepresent the meaning   
   of my poem.   
      
      
   > -- Michael Pendragon   
   > “Yes, the poem itself is based on a dream I had 43 years ago.   
   > May 8th 1982 to be exact.” – Will "I'm a Lumberjack"   
      
   It was just an autocorrect typo, now corrected.   
      
   😏   
      
   --- SoupGate-DOS v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)