[Darkchylde]

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*looks around, noone notices*

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[tuliptree76]

Hi there!

[Darkchylde]

*noone appears to be around, I find weeping
willow to sit under, begin talking to it*

Here's a poem I wrote called Mists Of Time
(Mists Of Memory)...

Dragon's rhymes, forgotten times
in the land of make believe.
Mystic mines, enchanted pines,
I might just never leave.
Siren's sighs, sweet little lies
but I just cannot bother.
Gossamer wings, a pixie sings
& I long for no other.
Playing a lyre by the Phoenix' fire,
noting is a it seemed.
Dragon's rhymes, forgotten times...
youth cannot be redeemed.

*weeping willow breaks down in a fit of tears &
knocks me off my bench onto mossy ground*

Fine, I won't read to YOU anymore!

[Chode]

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*looks around, noone notices*

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HA... that's what YOU think!!! we have our ways. 8^)