Flower

Jul 21, 2013 15:24

I was nestled twixt the toeses
  of my dizi tickling tree,
in amongst the clouds of roses
  who had grown all over me,
    when a fellow kingdom subject
  whisper'd soft and soothingly,
    'If you please, your grace, to accept
  my sincere apology,

'I've an errand from our dear Prince
  I must execute with speed,
and I've come to ask your aid ( Read more... )

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sheramil July 22 2013, 00:24:52 UTC
(poetic barrage)

can't sleep?

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elsibethann July 22 2013, 00:42:20 UTC
Actually, I found those practicing points, and I wanted a place to put them and thought of here. Then, after I got signed in and all, I thought, 'Why not dump those t.b scribbles.' It's a good place to keep stuff online in case .. who knows .. just to have it there.

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acelightning July 22 2013, 04:28:00 UTC
O Elsie! What an avalanche
Of pointed poetry
Comes flutt'ring down from every branch
Of Elsie's trav'ling tree!
As if the branches' breezy bends,
Shook all your scribbles free,
Into the journals of your friends,
Like sheramil and me.

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