To: Darksheare
The Wee Wild Wynken of Blasken Nog
Rolled downhill in a hollow log
Tried to fetch a pail in a blinding fog
Silly Wee Wild Wynken of Blasken Nog
Shaved the hair off the farmer's hog
Painted polka dots on the Mayor's dog
Naughty Wild Wynken of Blasken Nog
Pulled the cotter pins from a cog
Hid full of mischief in a bog
No more Wild Wynken of Blasken Nog
LOL, Love it Dark!!!!
To: bentfeather
Well, the one line that stuck in my head became that at about, oh.. 8 past midnite.
909 posted on
09/29/2003 8:55:15 AM PDT by
Darksheare
(And something just for the DU lurkers (_!_) You been mooned! "I see, a bad moon rising!")
To: SAMWolf; snippy_about_it; Darksheare; Darkchylde; Flurry; fish hawk; Graewoulf; Samwise; ...
In the valleys deep and wide
doth the spirit of the giants abide
through the canyons in the hallows
deep and dark and echoing shallows
ancient sounds in agony
searching the winds to be set free
haunting dales and glens at night
misting ground and sky alike
spooking wolves and eagles
in flight, spirit dogs, in the wild
frightening the little child
oh be gone you haunting one
leave the child and let her run...
in the bright white morning sun
leave us now and be undone...
bentfeather
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