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Wikipedia is missing something?

Wow, I just did a search on something on Wikipedia (not for my own information, but to send the link to a friend) and it wasn't there. I looked under a few variations on the title and couldn't find it.

Shock! Horror! Wikipedia is not complete! So I did the only honourable thing and added the article myself.

So now I present to you The Centipede's Dilemma.

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paradigmshifty
Oct. 13th, 2006 05:34 am (UTC)
A slight variant I've heard is to ask a tennis opponent if he breathes before or after he hits the ball during service...
paradigmshifty
Oct. 13th, 2006 05:36 am (UTC)
Oh, and completely off-topic, a new answer to religious nutters...

"Jesus is coming!"

"I guess you better swallow then..."

halloranelder
Oct. 13th, 2006 05:44 am (UTC)
You are a very bad man.

I love it!
lukeii
Oct. 13th, 2006 05:40 am (UTC)
Haha! Cool - I hadn't heard that one before.
halloranelder
Oct. 13th, 2006 05:44 am (UTC)
Yay, I've learned someone! :)
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Desert Rose

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire
Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seems

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower
This rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of the fall

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