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Noddder LEE

Author: Edgar Allan Noddder


It was many and many a year ago,

In a kingdom by the sea,

That a maiden there lived whom you may know

By the name of Noddder;

And this maiden she lived with no other thought

Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,

In this kingdom by the sea;

But we loved with a love that was more than love -

I and my Noddder;

With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven

Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,

In this kingdom by the sea,

A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling

My beautiful Noddder;

So that her highborn kinsman came

And bore her away from me,

To shut her up in a sepulcher

In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,

Went envying her and me

Yes! that was the reason

(as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea)

That the wind came out of the cloud by night,

Chilling and killing my Noddder.

But our love was stronger by far than the love

Of those who were older than we

Of many far wiser than we

And neither the angels in heaven above,

Nor the demons down under the sea,

Can ever dissever my soul from the soul

Of the beautiful Noddder.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams

Of the beautiful Noddder;

And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes

Of the beautiful Noddder;

And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side

Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,

In the sepulcher there by the sea,

In her tomb by the sounding sea.

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Piece of candy for you...


Piece of candy for you...


Piece of candy for you...









Mr. Poo it appears the you are living to live too lives.


Sure am Nodder_! wazzup.gif

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I believe that we should nominate this thread as one of the "Cascade Jewels", right up there with Koala Rock and Donald Duck Rock.

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Silly _poo, this thread is bigger than any of us. Except for the Otter!





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The Otter is alive and well. See for yourself.


I thought you otter know.




Yes, I saw a real live otter today in the Chilliwack Valley cool.gifsnaf.gifsnaf.gifsnaf.gif


It wasn't nailing paper plates to trees either!

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n o d = steaksauce

n o d d = steaksauce

n o d d e = nodde

n o d d e r = steaksauce

n o d d e r s = nodders


o t t e r = otter

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If there is such a thing...


I feel saturated by it...

I can taste your stink and everytime I do I fear that somehow I've been infected .


It's repulsive isn't it?

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nod_ders nod_ders

there you go

where have you gone?

oh noddder, my noddder

nodders here, noddders there, noddders everywhere

otter lives, otter lives

welcome to otterville

a poem for otter and noddder alike


Oh Otter! My Otter!


O Otter! my Otter! our fearful trip is done,

The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won,

The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,

While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;

But O heart! heart! heart!

O the bleeding drops of red,

Where on the deck my Otter lies,

Fallen cold and dead.



O Otter! my Otter! rise up and hear the bells;

Rise up--for you the flag is flung--for you the bugle trills,

For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths--for you the shores a-crowding,

For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;

Here Otter! dear father!

This arm beneath your head!

It is some dream that on the deck,

You've fallen cold and dead.



My Otter does not answer, his lips are pale and still,

My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,

The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,

From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;

Exult O shores, and ring O bells!

But I with mournful tread,

Walk the deck my Otter lies,

Fallen cold and dead.


Walt Whitman Noddder (1819-1892)


But wait, the otter is alive!


Otter Has Risen! Otter Is Alive!


Otter has risen! Otter is alive! The chains

of endless death are broken in two!

All part of Noddder’s great plan so that

sinners could live a new!


Do not look for the living where

only the dead are at!

For you will not find Otter there

and that is pure Noddder fact!


Yes, it is Otter who I am writing about

He is our steaksauce and Noddder for all time!

Glory Hallelujah! We have our Otter

to live in our heart, soul and mind!


No one other than Otter rose that early

Easter morning 2,000 years in the past.

And now my dear firiends, Otter calls us

all so no one will be a lost out-cast!


Otter has risen! Otter is alive! Otter is Noddder’s

only Otter, who was put to death!

Otter died for every sin Otter surely did

so, praise Otter with your every breath!!

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hey faster_than_dru... got a message for you:



Last Sunday morning, the sunshine felt like rain.

The week before, they all seemed the same.

With the help of God and true friends, I've come to realize,

I still have two strong legs, and even wings to fly.


So I, ain't a-wastin time no more.

Cause time goes by like hurricanes, and faster things.


Well, Lord, Lord, Miss Sally, why all your cryin?

Been around here three long days, lookin like we're dyin.

Go step yourself outside, and look up at the stars above,

And go on downtown, baby, find somebody to love.


Meanwhile, I ain't a-wastin time no more.

Cause time goes by like pouring rain, and much faster things.


You don't need no gypsy to tell you why,

Ya can't let one precious day to slip by.

Well, look inside yourself, and if you don't see what you want,

Maybe sometimes then ya don't,

But, leave your mind alone and just get high.


Well, by and by, way after many years have gone,

And all the war freaks die off, leavin us alone.

We'll raise our children, in the peaceful way we can,

It's up to you and me brother,

To try and try again.


So, hear us now, we ain't wastin time no more.

Cause time rolls by like hurricanes.

Runnin after the subway train.

Don't forget the pourin rain.



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