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Anthem of the Anachronists (Lyric) by coffeespoons
Missal allegedly found in a cracked tepot in an old drafty attic in the remains of an unforunately ramshackle and broken down country house in the west of England, attributed to an obscure but mildly noteworthy cult of preterists: 'O children of Anachronism Proud without a fall Harbingers of other times Who in the spaces call: O twisted time! O peerless rhyme! O combat boots and hose! O corsets trimmed in PVC! Yes, give us some of those. We dedicate ourselves with glee To eras out of sight We pledge our muddled time to thee O strangest muse in sight. Anachronism! Wondrous thing! Long may thy reign be bright And bring us to a period Where ev'rything's just right.’

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Arithmetic Mean: 6.25
Weighted score: 5.1490035
Overall Rank: 5262
Posted: April 14, 2004 8:19 PM PDT; Last modified: April 14, 2004 8:19 PM PDT
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[10] zodiac @ 67.240.155.18 | 14-Apr-04/8:44 PM | Reply
O What whimsickal Britishy talk! Makes me want to say DO and IS with special emphasis with all the other chaps in my level. It's too bad all the real Brits on this site talk like deranged EastEnders wot bin nipped cushty inna Norff an Souff wivva Lord Lovell. But then I found out you're not British, just American, and I gave you a -5-.
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