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man u should keep making this points there so awesome!!!!!
Yay for fantasy and what not.. enjoy ^.^
Dance of the Wee Ones.
Dance ‘O little ones on the moonlit hill,
Circled with larger toadstools delight,
A pillow for a head and shelter of weather,
There they glow so quaint in the night,
A flute with pipes that howl through wind,
Strings plucked, that thump and sting the air,
A waltz of creatures that tap the ground,
A festival at hand for nights without care.
Sounds of laughter and joy on the breeze,
Ale for all with pay of cinnamon kisses,
All creatures different in size and shape,
each with their own thoughts of wishes.
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man u should keep making this points there so awesome!!!!!
perdoname michelle!
Eh heh.. thanks.. I thought this one was fun ^.^
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Well.. not quite perfect... the last stanza is a bit ... shaky.. if you ask me..
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Eh heh.. I should show you one of my "Non-ryming" Poems.. it would flip your mind :P
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