Quoth the server.

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once upon a midnight dreary,

while i pr0n surfed, weak and weary,

over many a strange and spurious site of "hot sex slaves galore".

While i clicked my fav'rite bookmark,

Suddenly there came a warning,

And my heart was filled with mourning,

Mourning for my dear amour.

"'Tis not possible!", I pleaded,

But my browser, so conceited,

Remained blank, I then repeated,

Just a blank and nothing more.

With a scream, I was defeated,

For my cookies were deleted,

So i begged, no longer seated,

"Give me back my free hardcore!"

Then, in answer to my query,

Through the net I loved so dearly,

Came its answer, dark and dreary:

Quoth the server, "404"