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June 18th, 2001, 11:54 AM
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Poets corner
Poets corner:
I was following the water making little of a sound,
when all of a sudden i was hit to the ground,
I got up to see who brought me down, And saw it was my neophrite prophet,
He was raging and i couldn't stop it,
His skin was pale and his breath stunk of ale, his teeth were green, the greenest I've ever seen, he was looking tough, he was looking mean.
I ask: What might be your botherings sir?
He retorted with a fearful: Grr...
I wasnt sure what was the stir, but i had a hunch...
He looked like he had a missed a few meals, maybe lunch,
Maybe he had lost a close chum,
maybe had a little too much rum, but there was one thing for sure, he wasn't harmed.
From no where pops a fellow yellow gnome,
And it all came clear, the Neophrite was charmed!
then we all gathered round and sung, and we collected pennies from the young, then we went off to have some fun, as we praised the setting sun!
gerudo valley "Dans La Vallee OooOOoooOO"
Magician of the 53rd level of freshness
EDIT: Changed title to just "Poet's Corner"
<font size=-5>[ This Message was edited by: Trubador on 10-23-2001 10:35 ]</font>
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