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Tale # 15 |
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Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA 
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Ah, lads and lasses, have a care- An' if ye'd but pull up a chair… To ease yer boredom wi' out fail I mought jus' spin a Traveler's Tale. But, hmmm? I've spake of India's clime And Rome and Greece...them both sublime- The Golden Horde of Tamerlane- There's nothing much to tell of Spain... Perhaps? But nay! I shall not chance- Wi' tales of dainty, flighty France… P'raps the time wi' Teach I stood... The midships deck awash wi' blood. The cannon roared wi' grape an' shell- The scene a tapestry o' Hell… The world hath never seen before- The like o' blood, an' guts, an' gore... P'raps an island, quiet..serene… Some lovely, amber colored queen- Or alley fightin', stoop and stair- To win the hand o' maiden fair. The ones I loved, then left behind- Another shore, or fight to find…. Ah! Buxome wench..I canna fail- To place ye in me Traveler's Tale. |
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Alison 
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
Reading and loving these. A |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
I am not posting as much as I should. Have been reading all of this series and love them all. Thanks for some good readings. latearrival |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Love every single one of these as well. Ida |
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