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Post by jamborine on Apr 18, 2006 6:31:55 GMT -5
John Tenta - the very name sends a shiver down the spine of any wrestling fan. My love for you is great. Come back big fella. I know Tenta longs to enter a ring anywhere he can. I've written you this little poem as a gesture of my gratitude to you, Quake: Big john tenta, you were a great fighter, are you still a big man, or are you any lighter? Watching you perform was indeed a true treat, you had me sitting on the edge of my seat. In the WWF you were renound and feared, my God i loved your beautiful beard. I hope my poem gave you much pleasure. I wrote it to repay you for the years of joy you gave me. You are my chief, Tenta!!!!
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Post by fieldmarshalamin on Apr 18, 2006 6:58:46 GMT -5
I wept when I read this poem. Big John Tenta truly was a force to be reckoned with. On the river of life he flowed with the endless current, constantly searching for the epiphany. John Tenta's quest is far from over, his dingy of consequence still floats to paradise. No wave shall shake Tenta's craft, no rip tide will lead him to Armageddon, I only hope that his raft is built for two. God bless you John Tenta, master of disaster, spouse of the Apocalypse, bride of Hades.
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