Hare of the dog that barked at me
Byting at the bark of the logic tree
The nybbled octet leaves a thirst
And half the bits he had at first.
The dog that bytes a rabbit's foot
May grow to rue the foot he bit
No lucky logic keeps the hare
From growing in the easy chair.
The rabid need for parity
Discourages prosperity
A packet sent should be ignored
No matter where the bits are stored.
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BLUE COHOSH’LL GIT YOU EF YOU DON’T WATCH OUT.
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These strange and beautifully horrible plants (Caulophyllum thalictroides)
pop out of the ground in early spring and begin blooming right away, well
before...
16 hours ago
Bryllyg and not at all slythy!
ReplyDeleteThe nybbled octet was clearly under a hex.
Now you've got me thinking about the legendary gyre tove, and how many it would take to make a team. Baseball, not horses. Base 16 baseball. Oh no.
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