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[sid] => 131274
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Monty Banks - Seller of Bench Quack Dreams
[time] => 2007-02-01 19:00:47
[hometext] => In old days there were charlatans known as mountebanks who sold their quack medicine from city benches ... now days they just use commercials
[bodytext] => mmm medicine for sell I say medicine for sell come to my bench you dirty wench I've got a cure for smell did your mother drop you on your head quite lop sided you are well fret not loppy just try 'n' stop me from making you look like a star mmm whats that son oh don't be silly I'm not the devil at all I'm selling dreams and candy cane wishes and all for a minimal cost so come one and all , don't dare to stall this bargain is more like a steal and don't you forget the name Monty Banks the name that makes all your dreams real the moral is don't believe what commercials say because the huge coporations behind them would murder your puppies for a nickel. Well I put this under humorous but I guess thats not funny is it. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 168 [topic] => 7 [informant] => doug [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 13 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => HumorPoetry )
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