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Post by Sadi on Jun 18, 2005 0:38:53 GMT -5
Shadows spun like webs, intricate in nature, proved dark recesses of the soul. They marched on, completely unwavering, unaware of that which they stole. Mysterious was this tendency, being represented without a whole; But complete were they, in their own little sense, atop the grassy knoll.
I shall leave you all to ponder its meaning.
-tips feathered cap and retreats back into the comforting solitude of her lair-
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Post by victoria45 on Jun 18, 2005 1:41:12 GMT -5
its very good! ;D you should try songs now
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Post by Chibi-Kouga on Jun 18, 2005 7:25:49 GMT -5
I hate thinking, and this poem Makes you think! Tis, indeed, a good poem.....................
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Post by Sadi on Jun 18, 2005 12:07:50 GMT -5
Danke<3
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