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04/02/09(Thu)10:25 No.4163556From IRC, more ending poetry for RQ:
<@TG-Weaver> Incense sweet, and cradled warm <@TG-Weaver> Like lovers coddled, arm in arm <@TG-Weaver> Two souls, nomadic, fleeing harm: <@TG-Weaver> That wicked, metal glen. <@TG-Weaver> Now coming morn drives off the curse <@TG-Weaver> Too startled still to dare converse <@TG-Weaver> Both praying they have seen the worst <@TG-Weaver> So ends their tale -- <@TG-Weaver> Amen. |