



Alas poor Darkpoet--
A valiant spammer & a brave flower-giver.
Darkpoet's Epitaph
We found you broken & oiled,
With your underwear soiled,
And three creatures stuffed way up your ass.
Too soon sped to an untimely death,
We mourn your passing each mass.
And we will keep looking,
And trying to find,
The sock monkeys that left you dripping, dying and blind.
[ 04-13-2001: Message edited by: FoulDwimmerlaik ]