The author of the 16th comment on this post will win a poem about them written by me.

you can’t comment more than once in a row!

Written on February 18th, 2008 , free stuff

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    jenny commented

    will the poem have the word poo in it?

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    Monday, February 18, 2008 at 10:13 pm
    howie commented

    if you are the winner i’ll use words like ‘darling’, ‘sweetie’ and ‘dinner’

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    Monday, February 18, 2008 at 10:16 pm
    jenny commented

    oooh. although i would think you’d be more likely to use ‘wife’ ‘dinner’ and ‘now’.

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    Monday, February 18, 2008 at 10:18 pm
    howie commented

    Stop commenting and get scrubbing

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    Monday, February 18, 2008 at 10:18 pm
    andrew v.w. commented

    I’m just adding a comment here as a stepping-stone for Jenny to arrive at number 16 …

    I don’t particularly want a poem written about me with “darling”, “sweetie”, “dinner”, and “poo” in it… (Although, you know, thanks for the thought.)

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    Monday, February 18, 2008 at 11:14 pm
    prawn commented

    What will the poem be about if I win??

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    Monday, February 18, 2008 at 11:36 pm
    b commented

    Surely a poem about “darling”, “sweetie”, “dinner”, and “poo” would fit you fine Jimmy.

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    Tuesday, February 19, 2008 at 12:12 am
    jo commented

    will you mail the poem to guatemala?

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    Tuesday, February 19, 2008 at 6:21 am
    prawn commented

    I am number 9 comment! More than halfway there :D

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    Tuesday, February 19, 2008 at 7:38 am
    jenny commented

    having slept on it, i think it only fair that you write a poem for someone else. you can write a poem for me anytime (cough).

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    Tuesday, February 19, 2008 at 8:11 am
    andrew v.w. commented

    Strode out one day
    An ardent young poet called Howie
    Armed with vocabulary mighty
    Called forth the muse
    His wife amused
    And gave Shakespeare a run for his money

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    Tuesday, February 19, 2008 at 8:43 am
    howie commented

    jo yes i’ll post it to the guat!

    maybe i’ll be the 16th commenter, wow writting a poem about myself would be the best

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    Tuesday, February 19, 2008 at 8:53 am
    Ty commented

    shameless Howie, but awesome

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    Tuesday, February 19, 2008 at 10:16 am
    prawn commented

    only two to go…

    It could be me… I’m excited!!

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    Tuesday, February 19, 2008 at 11:57 am
    jo commented

    I know it’s not going to be me cause I have to go to bed…and everyone else is probably eagerly waiting and not wanting to be 15 because that means they can’t be 16. So I will be the one that helps someone win.

    But perhaps whoever wins will write me a poem because I am being so self-sacrificial!!

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    Tuesday, February 19, 2008 at 2:17 pm
    scott commented

    winner

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    Tuesday, February 19, 2008 at 2:27 pm
    howie commented

    you sly dog, well done scott.

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    Tuesday, February 19, 2008 at 2:36 pm
    Dave commented

    D’oh. Just missed!

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    Tuesday, February 19, 2008 at 2:54 pm
    prawn commented

    I’m so disappointed in my commitment levels.

    I sat with this post window open for about 2 hours, just refreshing it every 5 minutes or so, waiting for the 15th comment to appear.

    Then I went to lunch and forgot … right about at the time Jo left her sacrificial comment. Disaster.

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    Wednesday, February 20, 2008 at 8:32 am
    emily commented

    Are you going to put the poem up?

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    Thursday, February 21, 2008 at 12:27 pm

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