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Post by Icor on Sept 3, 2004 3:26:31 GMT -4
Oh Glade of Golden Grass, Thus made of molten glass, Lead me to thee, faerie lass, You are a fable, a myth to me, Oh Glade of Golden Grass.
Squint your eyes, flowers dewed ever so lightly, Softly it lies, glowing ever so brightly, Unvisited, dreaming, scathed by no more than breath, Oh Glade of Golden Grass, Unscarred, gleaming.
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Post by Nymiane on Apr 10, 2005 20:14:41 GMT -4
I never noticed this piece before, now I am regretting that. ^_~ I rather like this bit.
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Post by Icor on Apr 27, 2005 3:08:47 GMT -4
Well it's only been sitting in here for about... Let's see, ten months? I'm glad you like it. It's just a short thing-a-ma-bobber.
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