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Post by nonrabbit on Feb 15, 2016 9:08:47 GMT
So bring me my broadsword
(from)the smith (who) fashions carbon steely blade.
I see a dark sail on the horizon
(a) traveller on(an)endless waste cold-eyed march towards the dawn?
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Post by nonrabbit on Feb 16, 2016 11:22:42 GMT
What a day for laughter and walking at night. Me following after, your hand holding tight. Take you to the cinema and leave you in a Wimpy Bar Cackle, cackle bitter and cynical
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Post by nonrabbit on Feb 17, 2016 10:36:16 GMT
....There's a light in the house in the wood in the valley. There's a thought in the head of the man. Who carries his dreams like the coat slung on his shoulder, Bringing you love in the cap in his hand. What a sight for my eyes to see you in sleep ...came a thousand miles just to catch you while your sleeping. Pibroch man has a better outcome. Join in - Ian's characters and scenarios can on occasions be linked.
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