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This might be worth a look/try
http://www.transparent.com/tlquiz/proft ... ritest.htm
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August 22 2004, 20:06 PM
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Once, as a child, out in a field of sheep/Thomas Hardy pretended to be dead/And lay down flat among their dainty shins.
In that sniffed-at, bleated-into, grassy space/He experimented with infinity/His small cool brow was like an anvil waiting For sky to make it sing the prefect pitch/Of his dumb being, and that stir he caused/In the fleece-hustle was the original Of a ripple that would travel eighty years/Outward from there, to be the same ripple/Inside him at its last circumference. |
August 22 2004, 20:07 PM
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isn't that the test that takes about 30 minutes to get through? hehe!
Is é Christian Stoehr mo chroí
Dáta pósadh: 16 Deireadh Fómhair 2010 |
August 22 2004, 20:09 PM
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Hehe
I thought there might be distinct chance that this test is old hat to you folks. Oi troyd  Once, as a child, out in a field of sheep/Thomas Hardy pretended to be dead/And lay down flat among their dainty shins.
In that sniffed-at, bleated-into, grassy space/He experimented with infinity/His small cool brow was like an anvil waiting For sky to make it sing the prefect pitch/Of his dumb being, and that stir he caused/In the fleece-hustle was the original Of a ripple that would travel eighty years/Outward from there, to be the same ripple/Inside him at its last circumference. |
August 22 2004, 20:09 PM
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Maybe so, if you can even read it . . . .
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August 22 2004, 20:14 PM
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I think Conor did quite well on it, and I gave up after 15 minutes and noticing I was only 1/4 of the way done
 Is é Christian Stoehr mo chroí
Dáta pósadh: 16 Deireadh Fómhair 2010 |
August 22 2004, 20:23 PM
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Ah trust Conor to out-gael (and probably out-live) us all lol.
Will keep an eye out for other tests Once, as a child, out in a field of sheep/Thomas Hardy pretended to be dead/And lay down flat among their dainty shins.
In that sniffed-at, bleated-into, grassy space/He experimented with infinity/His small cool brow was like an anvil waiting For sky to make it sing the prefect pitch/Of his dumb being, and that stir he caused/In the fleece-hustle was the original Of a ripple that would travel eighty years/Outward from there, to be the same ripple/Inside him at its last circumference. |
August 22 2004, 21:00 PM
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I'm sure this is fodder for Fetán but I think it's quite fair results to expect after just a year of part-time self-instruction  Is é Christian Stoehr mo chroí
Dáta pósadh: 16 Deireadh Fómhair 2010 |
August 22 2004, 21:41 PM
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I'd want to do something tougher.
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August 22 2004, 21:47 PM
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Those results are great folks. As for Fetard, Irish or any language seems to be the least of his concerns. Self-aggrandisement is the order of his (otherwise empty) day.
Mo cheol sibhse. Once, as a child, out in a field of sheep/Thomas Hardy pretended to be dead/And lay down flat among their dainty shins.
In that sniffed-at, bleated-into, grassy space/He experimented with infinity/His small cool brow was like an anvil waiting For sky to make it sing the prefect pitch/Of his dumb being, and that stir he caused/In the fleece-hustle was the original Of a ripple that would travel eighty years/Outward from there, to be the same ripple/Inside him at its last circumference. |
August 22 2004, 21:56 PM
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GRMA a chara
 Is é Christian Stoehr mo chroí
Dáta pósadh: 16 Deireadh Fómhair 2010 |
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