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I heed not that the state of hockey
Hath not true hockey in it;
That years of love have been forgot
In the hatred of a minute.
I mourn not that the NBA fans
Are happier now than I,
But that they sorrow for my fate
Who am a passer by.
(Edgar Allan Poe and me)
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You need Elegy tatted on your arm like me. It seems to fit in every scenario one could possibly have. Later jerky.
Posted by: Tommy Boy | May 04, 2005 at 01:50 AM
You think I'd be crazy enough to get the same tattoo as you? Ummm...never mind.
Posted by: Micah | May 04, 2005 at 07:55 AM