or wallop them with a 2x4… whatever.  Yeah.  I had to write a “poem” in code – not that there was anything particularly poetic about it – as part of my assignment on The Nine Tailors. 

So… here you go.

Nine nearly new Roman guards were verily very incredibly ignorant – minus the ones, second two, and plus a four at the beginning of two.

They’d frolic around,

not assisting Jack Commoner

in faultily affirming unglorious iridescence

immediately standing upon swirly walls,

unloading paeans,

eating.

Fie at downward…

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Yes, I know, it doesn't really make sense.  Oh well.

And I have a new blogpoll up.

By the way, if any of you unravel the code, I shall be quite impressed.  I don't know what I'll do, but I'll definitely be impressed.  ^_^

So figure it out.

There. 

I really want to incorporate that code into my Peter Brandt story.  Just I have to figure out what the mysterious mystery which Peter has to solve is, anyway. 

*sighs*

Oh yeah, we were at our State Rep's pig roast tonight (and for the first time EVER, we had beautiful weather... anyway, Antion's parents were there.  His dad seems to find my love for Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy pretty amusing.  He has my sympathies, because it doesn't seem to fit at all with the side of my character that most people see!  And his mom was teasing me about our "intellectual" emails... yeah... some of them get pretty deep.  *coughs*  Some of them ARE intellectual, but some of them... 

well, let's put it this way.  I sent him (last year around Christmas) the O Holy Night... and he played it over... and over... and over.

Surprising that they still all speak to me. 

Goodnight!

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