June 20, 2003

They say "Portlet" now?

I have the sweet pit of an applet. I have the cutting-board of a skinlet downloaded. I have the speed and vision of a cutlet. Downlets hear me in the non direction. I have the giant stride of a necklet, I have the spider of a doclet, I have the quashed green pea of a footlet I don't want to hear your mouth working working I have the flushed red face of a weblet You can taste my text in a milky river-flood. I have the waste of a weblet I mock the faces of the quashed green mouth working. I have the mouth of a textlet. I fold my undersides in a hearse. I have the quashed green pea of a doclet. You can download me in the milky river-flood. I have the interrupted download of a giant green mouth working. I have the giant stride of an inlet. I have the quashed green desires of a worklet My hat empties to the crowds I don't want to click furiously on the milky river-flood. My text relies on the quashed green stride of an onlet. I have the screaming insides of a rivername.
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