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Post by mullisbt on Nov 11, 2008 11:31:05 GMT -5
This is a poem I came up with today.
Mossflower Wood
The crunch of pine
The smell of earth
Makes me feel fine
And shake with mirth
The woods are home
To me and mine
It's where I roam
And drink my wine
Branches sweep my face
like a lover, caress
their leaves like lace
They melt my stress
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Post by Wildrun on Nov 15, 2008 16:35:50 GMT -5
Woah, do you write Brain Jacques's Redwall songs? That was awesome! It really could be a song, too, if you think about it. : )
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Post by mullisbt on Nov 17, 2008 15:52:37 GMT -5
well thanks. It's not my favorite, but it's allright.
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Post by Wildrun on Nov 29, 2008 20:06:41 GMT -5
What's your favorite, then, if you don;t mind my asking?  |
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Post by mullisbt on Dec 1, 2008 13:47:09 GMT -5
It's called mister miller at the tiller.
The galley fire is a burning
as the waves are a churning
A man sits at the tiller
He is, Mister Miller
As the night wanes
His strength drains
The ship begins to drift
off course and hits a rift
Up comes the captain in a fury
He sentences mister miller
With sleepy men as a jury
Left on an island with one bullet
Three weeks starving
One shot ending
I like pirates and such
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Post by Wildrun on Dec 6, 2008 13:38:56 GMT -5
Poor Mister Miller. D: Pirates rock!  |
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