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Alas poor pithy i might find thee,
Truth and vanquished demons,
Cannon fought through the valley,
Riders and horse,
Summons begun on earnest deeds,
Birds woven such as song,
Notes upon a silken breeze,
Stone and mortar give strength,
Maternal ground taketh,
Might we suffer blue skies and white snow,
Breath and sight of warmth,
If ever brought the fires,
Smithies and anvils,
Call forth the bells of dawn.
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Last edited by stevie667; 04-30-2006 at 01:44 PM..
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