meh ignore me
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by rc cola again!
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lordhardware- Respected
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why did you not make this a new topic
Amak11- Fretter
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I could have, but I didnt want to spam up the forum with useless post.
back on topic, pepsi #1. Coke disolves metal, coke equals evil.
back on topic, pepsi #1. Coke disolves metal, coke equals evil.
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Amak11 wrote:but I didnt want to spam up the forum with useless post.
*Facepalm*.
And to stay on topic: Pepsi.
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Pepsi.
lordhardware- Respected
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Amak11 wrote:I could have, but I didnt want to spam up the forum with useless post.
so you just made ONE thread that is HARDER to manage then if you made a second one?
the first topic is over so the discussion should have been locked if nothing more was to be added...
next time please make a new post
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I like both I buy Pepsi or Coke and then the next time I buy Coke or Pepsi I like them both just like to change drinking one kind of soda gets old and lame.
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Was it the proud full sail of his great verse,
Bound for the prize of all too precious you,
That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse,
Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew?
Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write
Above a mortal pitch, that struck me dead?
No, neither he, nor his compeers by night
Giving him aid, my verse astonished.
He, nor that affable familiar ghost
Which nightly gulls him with intelligence,
As victors of my silence cannot boast;
I was not sick of any fear from thence:
But when your countenance filled up his line,
Then lacked I matter; I must lock and archive.
Bound for the prize of all too precious you,
That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse,
Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew?
Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write
Above a mortal pitch, that struck me dead?
No, neither he, nor his compeers by night
Giving him aid, my verse astonished.
He, nor that affable familiar ghost
Which nightly gulls him with intelligence,
As victors of my silence cannot boast;
I was not sick of any fear from thence:
But when your countenance filled up his line,
Then lacked I matter; I must lock and archive.