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Post by MintMeister on Feb 19, 2007 8:50:20 GMT
I wandered lonely as a sheep, Through Legoo's House of Random. The place where folks who couldn't sleep, Once laughed with gay* abandon.
But now the lofty corridors, No longer echo to the sound, Of running feet and slamming doors, There isn't anyone around.
Still, some of us folk do hold dear, This place of wonder and surprise, And next time that we sink a beer, Our toast will mark it's sad demise
*That's gay as in happy, bright & cheerful, although the other kind is cool if that's what floats your boat.
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