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Posted: 4/9/2005 11:38:05 PM | Kobold
Said he couldn't write
Said he had a block
That was complete shite
He could write a lot
Well you can
Anytime
So there
MUAH
Pickles | |
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Posted: 4/10/2005 5:44:09 AM | Good Morning all
Seems like pickles your fitting right in, way to go, keep the humour coming, we all need that in our lives..
Kobold, you know your a master, and not matter what you write it is always good...so keep it up....xoxoxo
Rory, nice to have you around, I like the fact that you double post, to me it keeps me aware that poetry is from inside,doesn't matter if your a great poet or not, it is how others see and feel your work,there have been many times I , pretty much all the times, I have enjoyed your words more then the other ones you post,,so keep it up hun..
Hiya breathing, glad you are breathing and bringing your breath of fresh air to the barn, your words are wonderful and enchanting to read...welcome and keep on writing...hugggsss
Hiya my goat....well I first off want to scratch your old behind,,sorry been to busy lately to keep it up....I am going to invest in a scratching post for you, so you never have to be itchy again...lol..I have been busy lately, and have met someone who seems to bring out my words again, not just for poetry, even for chat, he has the nature that you can tell him anything it seems...lol...we shall see..still very early and you know what can happen..
I love all you guys,you really don't know what being here at the barn has done for me...by you welcoming me here especially you goat,I have opened up in ways I didn't think I could anymore...my creative side has flourished and my heart has grown...thanks all for being a wonderful part of my life....
I wrote this yesterday...enjoy..
I DON'T...
I don’t want you to only be
My friend no more
I don’t expect you to always
Open my doors
I don’t want you to only be
Loving me for a day
I don’t expect you to always
Send flowers my way
I don’t want you to only be
Sharing your dreams
I don’t expect you to always
Know what I mean
What I want and expect is
A friend, lover and partner
Your heart fully shared with me
I want you to do whatever you like
Say what ever you mean
I need your friendship
Your love everyday
Want to encourage you
To follow your dreams
With me beside you each step of the way
I only need you to be you
Always by my side
I only expect you to always
Share the love you have inside…..
Miz | |
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Posted: 4/10/2005 7:11:40 AM | Muah back Pickles.
Thanks Miz and Rory.
I wrote this based on a short story i had written. I had posted it elsewhere, but never here.
My Shadow
My friend as a child,
My Dark companion.
Both gentle and mild,
My personal champion.
My shadow goes with me,
In all that I do.
And at night, like me,
Must go to sleep too.
But with time we move away,
To new friends that are real,
With a maturity that may,
Help with life not so surreal.
Now in these days that remain,
My friends each in turn, die,
Unspeakably and brutally slain,
Each clue pointing to, that it is I.
It had puzzled me so,
Until one lonely night,
It came to let me know,
My shadow-with it's grisly sight.
Then came the law,
With a knock on the door,
The evidence they saw,
In a bloody pile on the floor.
Now on death row,
I wait each night,
It was my shadow, ya know,
Yeah, whatever, right.
Where does my shadow go,
When the lights go out?
Does it lie with me,
Or walk about?
This thing troubles me,
Each night as I pray.
Because of the horrors,
Found by light of day.
~Kobold~ | |
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Posted: 4/10/2005 7:15:23 AM | Hey you dragon you...wasn't forgetting you, just haven't seen you around...
things are way to early not getting any hopes up yet...
So you getting fat from all that baking that has been disapearing from my kitchen?...yesssss I know its you, you seem to be leaving me muddy footprints, and let me tell you what a job that is to clean it up...man....wipe your feet buddy...lol
I hope you know how much you mean to me without me having to say anything, your a welcome addition to my heart, I love when the dragon invites me to word play...thanks for being you...xoxoxo | |
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Posted: 4/10/2005 10:59:41 AM | Hey guys and gals...another lovely rainy day here on the flat land. Urgh...actually it turned into sleet. I'm sure glad I didn't bike to work in this.
Been doing some reading and I am all at once amused, impressed and amazed by the talent in here. I never woulda imagined all these fine poets would gather in here on a regular basis...funny what happens when you aren't looking for anything, huh?
Kobold...you are still the master of the dark. That's what well-chosen words do...alter a person's thinking just a tidge and allow them to see another collection of perspectives. You do that well, man. Writer's block? You? Nah...I don't believe it. You tended that mind-garden and pulled out a few prized tomatoes. I'm glad you shared them with us.
Rory...you killed me with the bureaucracies poem...it definitely falls under the "Dangit! I wish I woulda wrote that!" category. You've caught poetry, or it's caught you something fierce. Good stuff all around, pardner.
Pickles...ah, you're sweet. Would you dote on a goat afloat in boat? Or smote the goat as he crossed the moat? Perhaps tote the goat across that moat? Would you prefer a bag of oats, they float as well as a boat in a moat....
Oh..er..sorry..too much coffee.
You're an excellent poet, as funny as irreverant as you are wise and observant. I always enjoy your poems.
Hey Roniroo!! Good to meet ya and that was a fine post...it was almost lost in the traffic. A small, powerful thing. I love the rythm to it...you packed a lot into 8 lines, too. You'll have to tell ol' wordy me how you do that sometime. Welcome to the barn, eh?
Breathing...something so natural and so necessary...your name is aptly chosen. I'm still speechless when I read your words, stunned and gasping like a trout on a boat's deck. Keep on what you're doing, you've made an impact on me.
Miz...My butt should be handled by a Hazmat team, with a a bomb squad in reserve. Danger, Will Robinson! DANGER!! But you know, being itchy is a choice for me...actually it's a lifestyle. There's nothing like some fine recreational scratching to loosen up the ol' cerebellum. I switch hands once in a while to mix it up a bit, or sometimes I use the spaghetti spoon or the cheese grater. Variety is the spice of life.
It's your choice to be open with us Miz. God forbid we get you to do something you don't wanna do. This has become a relatively safe place to express ourselves and I think that was part of my (half-assed) master plan when I started this thread almost a year ago. I'm still pretty amazed that Admin has kept this thing, toenails and all, from being locked and tossed. It's a rather large thread...oddly large for this site. But it's good and it seems to get better every day.
So, Miz...write when you're moved, read if you're inclined...this ol' barn will take anything you wish to put up. Or drop, in my case.
Speaking of droppings...there's one coming right up. Stay tuned. | |
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Posted: 4/10/2005 11:07:56 AM | Okay...got some Goat Drops (tm) for you. Take one a day and you'll grow big and strong...like, uhm, well...not like me...more like Adam West. Yeah, Adam West.
Here we go:
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What’s Out The Window?
A measure of coffee is protection against the cold
In this odd weekend of contrasts
First hot sun, then cold sleet and then steady rain
Some kid is losing his mind in the playground
Perhaps he lost it in the quicksand around the tire swing island?
His mom, calling from the dry balcony doesn’t understand the crisis
Heck, I barely do
But I think he lost his little mind before he dashed out there
To seize the wet chains and slick rubber
Go watch some cartoons, kid
It’ll be nicer tomorrow
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Kids are nuts. Adults are nuts, too. Everybody's nuts, I suppose.
I'm going to stand on the balcony in my gonch and yell at the fat snowflakes until my voice gives out. I'll be back. | |
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Posted: 4/10/2005 11:46:43 AM | It's your choice to be open with us Miz. God forbid we get you to do something you don't wanna do.
hmmmm not sure how to take that...lol
Iwas thanking everyone basically for allowing me to post and for them posting, by everyone coming together to share words, I have been a little more free and realeased from some of the things that had built up inside and being able to write and share has helped me...it's not a bad thing by far.....
I think the goat is upset....sorry..lol
anyway....thanks everyone..
Miz | |
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Posted: 4/10/2005 11:50:02 AM | Nah...I'm not upset, but I am tired of seeing snow. Grr...
Writing is great self-therapy, ennit? We all need therapy once in a while...especially me.
Okay...back to yelling at the snowflakes. | |
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Posted: 4/10/2005 3:09:23 PM | Kobold that was an amazing post. It literally raised goosebumps
Writer's block?
I think not
MUAH back
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Posted: 4/10/2005 3:23:14 PM | Hey Goat, I would rather have my oats...eat'em too
Any takers???
Here's a little ode for you
There once was soggy Goat
Who got caught in the rain
He went to work in a boat
Came home in a boat again
The rain was never ending
The deluge wouldn't stop
down it came, raining, raining
It pissed the Goat right off
So he stood in his high rise tower
Screaming out his angry cry
When along came a guy called Noah
Now Goat is nice and dry
Psalm 5342, Goat's Bible
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHMEN
MUAH
Pickles
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Posted: 4/10/2005 5:39:51 PM | talent ,,,,,talent ,,,,,,talent..... I am stunned....
happy to have found this lil eatery
hi folks...Always sure of a feast behind the barn door....and kind words in the wind....
As the Sun begins to slumber there is a feeling in the air.....
Feeling Poetry
Touching the hands of time
Space travels through you
You stop to feel the movement
Sliding from the mouth
Dripping
With juice
Meeting tongues
Of old songs
So sweet you ache for more
Overflowing
In a sea of laughter
Belly to the wind | |
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Posted: 4/11/2005 8:44:49 AM | Good Day all...
I am so happy to be here...sigh I needed a dose of the barn...as always wonderful writes to encourage, strengthen and take us away to places of smiles laughter and much more...no wonder I joined this happy little barn group...love it here
Ok gotta tell you a funny story, met this guy right...we were supposed to meet up and go for a walk sat night...well he went east I told him to walk west..so meanwhile 3 hours later I went home after walking up and down mary street....he said he was waiting on the corner feeling like a pimp and I said I was walking feeling like a streetwalker...lol...didn't make any money...sigh..we did end up getting together...so alls end well..
But the day after this poem came out....gave him the creeps, he said he was going to keep his eyes on me incase they started to glow red...lol...to funny I told him I guess I can't read that poem out loud to you, might completely freak you out...life is funny, and it goes to show you how your words can come out unexpectadly and how they can affect someone...
Well enough talking...hope your all well...here is my post for today...a little bit of kobold rubbing off again...thanks hun...muahhh
THE SACRED GAME
The master of the dark has called my name
Echoing sweet promises if I played the sacred game
The hunt was on I had to play my part
Slay a knight so strong stealing his heart
Searching for my pray stalking the dark nights
Trying to find the man who shall put up a fight
The game isn’t fun if the man easily gives in
Hunting your pray the final catch is the win
Finally found him standing alone in the park
I could sense a good chase even amongst the welcoming dark
Sauntering up to him displaying my charms
Enter my web sweet thing I could never do you any harm
He shook his head and strolled off the chase was on tonight
This handsome stranger would give just the right fight
Using all I had to turn his head saying the sweet lies
The promises of heavens door all that I would try
Giving in finally giving up the fight
Not realizing the loss of his life tonight
Made a pact with the devil a soul for a soul
Each soul I give him mine shall be a little more whole
When my soul is healed the pact is no more
I can finally reach heavens door
So if you see a sweet thing with angelic eyes
To save your soul walk away don’t believe the sweet lies….
miz | |
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Posted: 4/11/2005 1:55:14 PM | So generous with your words goat.... I can see you yelling at snowflakes :-)
This barn is a mighty homey place. Like meeting old friends again.....
a good to all on a rainy spring day.....
Grace of symmetry
Blooms in spring
Arms to the east
Longing to taste
Flowers of life
Splendor from above
Consumed by fires
Flesh melting
Steam rising on skin
Awakening within
Quenched by the rain
Petals drink in
Cooling the kore
Roots take form
Eternity is born | |
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Posted: 4/11/2005 7:24:06 PM | birds singing...
komqouts falling...
wind and rain...
watching...reading ...waiting....
as the winds push through the rain...
leaving only waves....
wonderful residual waves...
perfect for the surfers....
seawall crowded...
beach so colorful....
waiting in line...taking turns....
the rules of the sea
etiquette of the surfer.....
what a day ...glorious day....
children laughing...learning...thinking
so very hard....
what is the mean...
the median...
the mode...
the range...
in the end....they all know...
so exited...ownership over the knowledge....
looking for groups of numbers to dissect ....
smiling.... | |
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Posted: 4/11/2005 8:02:35 PM | Hello all. Pickles inspired me to do this...the Book of Goat...heh heh. Do you think that'll sell at the Christian Bookstore?
Anyhoo...time is a wee bit short tonight. So here is the Daily Offering:
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Psalm 1286 – The Book of Goat
And the Lard spake, around His bag of pretzels
That the months between April and October
Are to be Leisurely Times
Where thou shalt spend as much time as is possible
Outside with the Holy Bugs
Abandon thy lawnmowers
Abandon any notion of work
Take up the cause
Take up your Golf Clubs
And receive they sacraments
Beer is to be the fifth food group
Barbeque sauce the sixth
And when thouest maketh thy great Burnt Offerings
Of what used to be a Pork Tenderloin
Remember thy Lard
Thy Lard loves His Tater Salad
And thy Lard loves His Beer
And thy Lard loves His Leisurely Times
Amen
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Well, time is short today. I'll be back tomorrow in earnest (I hope).
Hi Sukari! Good to see you here again! Missed ya!
Alrighty...later, eh? | |
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Posted: 4/11/2005 8:22:09 PM | OMG Goat
You are truly a master of making what you drink come out your nose
SNARFFFFFFFF
The Word according to a Lardy Goat.
The Goat as a disciple
Was ready to ride
Got on his bycycle
Took up the cry
"Oh followers of this holy bard,
Come to me trust in the lard"
Unfortunately that was not to be
The "Lard" was rendered down, for you see
Tortiere ..piggy pieces and crust
Need "lard' to make it , it is a must
But without salad and beer
It would be a bust
So go unto the pub
Do it with hunger
YOu will be satisfied
With Piggy Tortiere
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Posted: 4/12/2005 5:51:28 AM | Wasted tears are all I have left of the man I love
He wanders aimlessly amidst the concrete jungle
Unaware of the pain he so viciously inflicts on others
Elegantly wasted on his own power of being
Stunted in his worldly views, so narrow and claustrophobic
Giving importance to nothing and no one, except himself
A pale faced demon with eyes of skillful emptiness
Spewing words of poetic song as he weaves his embittered web of denial
Apologizing as he repeats his ignorance before the words hang on the air
Violating his sense of self for no reason other than to feel the pain
Dragging me down to the depths of his despair so he is not alone
Achingly close, yet so distant his essence slips utterly from my grasp
Offering strength with every fiber of my being and being mortally drained
Cast off and discarded like a disheveled rag doll, no longer amusing to him
Alone and bereft of his love I was abandoned to languish in the gloom
Months passed when the thought of his voice caused a chasm of need
Battling voices of self-doubt and denial through the fog, I drifted
No light penetrated my darkness, no warmth lit upon my cheek
Swirling clouds of misty despair enveloped me at every turn
Grief was added to my world of black and grey until all hope was gone
Trapped in a perpetual twilight with only myself for comfort
Chaotic messages seemed to be delivered by sooty-faced angels
One stood out from the rest of the winged creatures, one stood silently by
Beautiful and radiant smiles he graced me with, bestowed love with no limits
Raised me up onto a golden pedestal while cherubs and seraphim sang
Lovingly spoke to me with no words, yet I understood every glance
His eyes of hazel, glowing, hazel like mine, hair like mine, him I knew
Lighting the way back to the life I had not known to be abandoned
As I started on the path he let go of my hand, smiling he shook his head
His path was no longer joined with mine, but will always be parallel
Watching over me as I returned to the concrete jungle, he bid me farewell
Breath held, I entered the door to my chaotic world, only to find him waiting
He of indifference, he of betrayal, he of thoughtlessness and selfishness
I smiled slowly, kissed him on the cheek and said goodbye forever
My brother, my angel, always watching out for me, showing me I deserved more
In death he was able to show me the true face of the man I loved
I am better than what was bestowed; I am more than the disregard he imparted
As I walked away from his confusion and naked need, I whispered
I am free | |
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Posted: 4/12/2005 8:43:48 AM | Tera,
That was absolutely amazing.
He truly is your guardian angel :angel 
Love ya babe
Pickles | |
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Posted: 4/12/2005 2:09:40 PM | Tumbling to her lips
A stone becomes a kiss
This rock her bliss
Tingles of memories
Warmth in the air
Voices they share
Her body settles in
Delights of the night
His light shines bright
Holding this gem
Blanketed in dark
She touches his spark
Perched in the wind
A dusting of sand
She takes his hand | |
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Posted: 4/12/2005 3:50:29 PM | Hello, everyone. Been busy the past few days, but I have been reading.
Tera, that's powerful stuff ^^ a few up there. I read and reread it several times, and I know I'll come back to it, always a good sign in a poem.
Goat, the "Book of Goat"-- wasn't that between Genesis and Exodus? And it should have been one of the more influential books of that incessantly-thumbed tome. Yes, on reflection, I like your religion. It's a damn sight better than most of the others out there.
pickles, speaking of irreverence, you're consistently naughty, and I love it. Always look forward to reading your stuff.
Miz, glad to hear there's a new possibilty in your life. Ain't spring wunnerful at times? Even though you wear your heart on your sleeve, I'd still bet on you kicking the beejeesus out o' those Kobold-like shadows that seem to be following you from time to time. You and Kobold put me to shame with your prolific output.
Kobold, love "The Shadow", and the ambiguity there. Yes, how much of the shadow is separate from who we really are?
breathing, still getting a sense of your style, rhythms, etc... You seem to have a genuinely fresh perspective and gentle spirit. Your take on things interests me. I always enjoy internal or mood poetry. I've written such from time to time, and it's not easy translating inner feelings to the reader but I think you succeed at it.
sukari, glad to see your stuff again. I used to read it all when you put it down regularly a while back on this thread.
And hi to longte !
END OF SUMMER
A faint human snarl
joins my ears
and I prop up on my elbows
from a sun-heated rest.
The silence has swept his voice
to this other end of the beach
as I make out the wild
gesticulations and her withdrawal.
It seems so unbelievable,
like cheering at a funeral,
or a bloated businessman singing
on the sidewalk going to work.
Unbelievable and jarring,
as if you could barely detect
the painter's tobacco stains
between the willow tree's branches.
Yes, perhaps it was unreal
for now they're both gone;
the willow tree that hung over them
drapes the sun-spattered hill.
I lie down again on my blanket,
breathe deeply and smile
until the volleyballers' laughter
takes on sinister overtones. | |
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Posted: 4/12/2005 4:58:46 PM | the nest is not nearly big enough
you would think it would be
the mother...beautiful rock dove that she is...
(aka pigeon) had plenty of room when it was just her and 2 eggs...
now .....it is so funny...liking watching a jack in the box...she will be sitting then
you see her pop up..and a little baby bird..poke its head out...then another...
the mothers legs so long.... she standing so tall and proud of those babies....
it seems they are catching up in size to her...
that blue around her eyes...so deep so very blue....like looking at the sky over the gulf...where the two meet...where the two blues become one...so dark..so bright.....
and when she coos...can you believe it...she coos and he comes...
how many woman do you know that call and their man even answers...much less comes.....
but he does...and she flys away while he sits with the babies until her return...
it is unbelieveable...such a rare and glorous treat......I can think of no better way to celebrate spring...
the tree so full of ripe komqauts...all yellow...golden orange...sweet delicious...you bit into them and the juice comes out ...dripping all over your face...and be careful not to swallow one of the seeds...so sweet...not unlike a yellow plum..but sweeter still... with that tropical taste to it....they tickle the taste bud...and one that is not quite ripe yet... has that lovely...sour apple flavour...you know the one that will make your lips pucker...and a big smle on your face......
the mom was so smart to choose that place for her nest...food right there reachable from the nest....
gone for just a weekend and the babies have doubled in size....
and all in the middle of a playground in a school yard...to allow the children to see the miracle of life......
to see how much she loves and cares for her babies....it rains...so hard....big pelting drops...water everywhere...giant puddles....but the mom never left her babies.... | |
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Posted: 4/12/2005 7:28:16 PM | End of Summer
Sunlight painting a dappled picture
Through leaves kissed now with Autumn colours
Feeling the heat of a summer day
Wane and float away
Cool nights and woodsmoke
Breath seen as vapour,
The temperature dips
Frosty mornings drawing nearer
Apple harvests
Thanksgiving,
A signal, that summer is ending
The kiss of the sun,
Midday heat
Swims in the pond,
The smell of barbequed meat
And the memories of lazy, dog day afternoons
Fade, all too soon
Fleeting
Gone.
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Posted: 4/12/2005 8:35:49 PM | Ah, you guys...it's pure pleasure to come here and browse through your creations. All of you make me laugh, you make me think and you make my faith in people resotre itself. You brave souls are putting out little, concentrated bits of yourselves and that makes me want to be a better poet to keep up with ya'll.
Well, it usually does...tonight is an exception because I feel a little goofy:
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Pithy Pork Pie
I got fat in my eye
Attacked by a moist pork pie
I really don’t why
This malicious pie
Shot fat into my eye
But I didn’t cry
I smiled
While feasting on my brother from the sty
For my stomach, he died
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Post n' run...work is sucking my will to live. Or at least sucking my time to chat with you guys.
Special howdy to Tera...you amaze me, girl. You fierce dynamo, you.
Alrighty...I'll see ya'll tomorrow for more good reads and fine bits. | |
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Posted: 4/12/2005 9:01:14 PM | Tis work that draineth my soul also Lard Goat!
Well yesterday(11th) was my 41st birthday. Man time goes by fast. So little time-so much to do!
It Doth Creep
Do you feel it slipping away?
Another year has passed,
Worries on your shoulders weigh,
Heavier than the year before last.
It doth creep upon us,
Time knows not restraint,
It’s measurement worthless,
For when you think it is, it ain’t.
Youth now only a state of mind,
Your body begins to show the wear,
The pain each morning does remind,
That your numbered years are truly there.
You are only as old as you feel,
And I believe that with all my heart,
But in my mind the added years are real,
And through them the wisdom does impart.
I have spent forty and then some,
Years here amongst the living,
And I hope before my time does come,
That it’s wisdom to my heirs I’ll be giving.
~Kobold~ | |
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