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Once upon a time unknown,
a peasant man build a peasant's home,
with nothing but four walls and a roof,
and no pillow to keep his head aloof.
Meanwhile in the richer town,
another man bearing a golden crown,
did spend his fortune on a stately house,
and shared it with his loving spouse.

One night the ancient earth did shake,
and the whole country did startle and wake,
it continued through to the break of dawn,
where the earth did cease with a drawn out yawn.
When light did show the sorry scene,
the rich man's house so vast and clean,
Did now look like a dog's rear end,
Their building had suffered beyond what could be mend....ed. sweatdrop

The man himself, and his pretty wife,
oh the sorrow! oh the strife!
Their bodies crushed under the bits
of their home so heavy and decorative.
The peasent faired better, much better indeed,
All he suffered was a slightly bruised knee,
for all that landed upon him in the night,
was the thin, frail roof and his precious night light.

So what is the moral of this story so queer?
To be honest my friends, I have no idea.
I made this up as my fingers did type.
Well, that's enough randomness for now. Good night. mrgreen