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f13rc373n4c17y Junior Member
since 2005-06-01
Posts 22Maryland, USA |
I'm on standby for a sight of time to fly... Awaiting a moment of peace and need to cry, stars in the sky... Swoops and swirls of sparking gold, a sip of champagne churns of butter... Soulfully, through these eyes, a trip off the edge of wonder, clear this clutter... Spirals and twists, this coaster can take me around and back... From a simple and immaculate shape, a fetal shell I cannot crack... Unpredictable, perhaps troublesome outcome, anticipation of the greater I cannot wait... Punching through, breaking free out of this once unknown fate... I ask, why is this shine in me eye? With a flutter and a shutter and a pack of quacks. I celebrate this date and mourn those still in the crate. [This message has been edited by f13rc373n4c17y (03-02-2008 12:16 PM).] |
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Robert E. Jordan Member Rara Avis
since 2008-01-25
Posts 8541Philadelphia, Pennsylvania |
f13rc373n4c17y, This is unreadable. I'd advise using black font. Bobby |
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f13rc373n4c17y Junior Member
since 2005-06-01
Posts 22Maryland, USA |
how do i change a post? |
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Artic Wind Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 8080Realm of Supernatural |
I can read perfectly ARCTIC WIND |
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Robert E. Jordan Member Rara Avis
since 2008-01-25
Posts 8541Philadelphia, Pennsylvania |
f13rc373n4c17y, You figured it out. Good work. Bobby |
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