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I have a fever
My toes are cold
I'm allergic to dogs
My cat's been sold
I want a kiss
My lips are chapped
I'm going away
My house is trapped
You stole my grass
My lawnmower broke
I'm not sad enough
I can't tell a joke
I forgot how to write
My pen's out of ink
I lost my happy mood
My brain can't think
My toes are cold
I'm allergic to dogs
My cat's been sold
I want a kiss
My lips are chapped
I'm going away
My house is trapped
You stole my grass
My lawnmower broke
I'm not sad enough
I can't tell a joke
I forgot how to write
My pen's out of ink
I lost my happy mood
My brain can't think
Literature
Prologe
Thump thump
The town, Aegron, had been destroyed, Katrina knew this, had seen it. The Sekers had come and wiped it out, it happened sometimes, a way of life. The survivors would pack up and move to another town or they would wait for the brothers of Ammit to come and rescue them. This time Katrina new that no survivors would leave this place. Glancing toward the huge wardrobe where her two children had locked themselves, Katrina firmly told her self that someone would walk away, her babies would survive and go on to the next town.
Thump thump
Katrina's husband walked into the bedroom closing and locking a thick door behind him. In his hand
Literature
The Riverside
We met down by the river, over the little stone bridge, arching from one bank to the other. I curtsied a greeting, you tipped your hat in reply.
We went on our separate ways.
I don't know where your path leads, but I know you will think of me on that long, lonely road. I saw the way your eyes followed the lines of my curtsey, low and sweeping perfection. I know, for all women know, of the thoughts you must be thinking behind the façade of a well groomed, well bred young gentleman. Therein lies a primitive knowledge, and in its careful manipulation does it become power.
Oh, I do love the irresistible smell of power. Perhaps our ways aren't
Literature
Kosmiczna Zaloga Ch7
02. Walka z nieznanym
Kiedy się nie wie, z czym się walczy, trudno jest zwyciężyć.
01.
"Lecimy w kierunku Ziemi. Nadświetlna nie działa, więc dotrzemy tam może za miesiąc, albo dwa. Podróż jest monotonna, nie spotkaliśmy jak dotąd żadnej planety. Może to i dobrze, bo przypominałyby mi Kraranów, o których nie chcę myśleć. Nadal niepokoi mnie dziwna śmierć Fire`a. Wyrzuciliśmy jego rozpuszczone zwłoki przez śluzę, ale nie mogę zapomnieć wyrazu jego oczu, kiedy opowiadał mi o tym, co widzia
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Listening to ~TheAmnesiac's "Join the Circus."
I'm always submitting weird things when that tune is playing.
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hehe.. nice!
Cute poem.
>^.^<
Cute poem.
>^.^<