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Not much about myself to tell. Just here.
Its 6am and the anchor man tells
Of a tale to forget by dawn...
Youthful soul who risked your prayers
Do not let your mind be taken...
We play with sickles
Through bounties of wheat...
The old and faithful Spriggan
As dark as the vast cold Stygian...
Not as powerful as the gods
As we made them to be...
May all your troubles be bubbles.
There are more meanings to life as there are people in this world
by - Mr. Darcy
by Ben Pickard
by flawed diamond