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Missed_fantasy Junior Member
since 1999-08-16
Posts 16Mankato, MN, USA |
burst their bubbles in the dawn The gnomes bathe in the glittered dew as dragons fight their yawns The spirits are at rest now as the little people wake The day is meant for mischief and its mischief that they'll make For faeries its the creatures they'll amuse the live long day By torturing each other and then calling foul play The flutterflies will flutter as it is their calling to The sun will glisten on their wings to decorate the highland yew As to the gnomes they'll tumble to and fro and all around Making comments of one another til they roll around the ground The mighty awesome dragons will protect their hideous lair and breathe fires at the sun to warm all the reside there The day passes in fancy and the dark is falling fast Bringing midnight visitors who strive to make it last The spirits haunt the forest for evil and for good Some are satisfied to moan others plague past points of rude And so the little people live and so they'll always be A little bit more fanciful than us, than you and me. ------------------ Love always and blessed be my children |
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Alicat Member Elite
since 1999-05-23
Posts 4094Coastal Texas |
Pretty. Blessed be our new poetess, and join the glittering watch fires upon yon hill. Sit with us, share our cup and spin yarns with wild abandon. There will our soul rise up to flutter and fly. Alicat ------------------ Le Jongleur Aspirante |
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