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I made a Nodeshell—when I died—
The Laughter brought my Gasps
'Twas like the Vapours in the Air—
Between these Cheeks of arse—
The Sighs aside—had brung them nigh—
And Gods were gathering sure
For that last Nodeshell—when wharfinger
Be so piss'd—in his Power—
I shed my Autonodes—nuked away—
What portion of XP
Was made reversible—and then it was—
There interposed some Bones—
With True and certain stoney Buzz—
Between Nodegel—and me—
And then my Login failed—and then
I could not node you see—
1896
with apologies to Emily Dickinson and everyone else, basically.
originally noded on August 11, 2005 but later deleted.