

SingerThere was a young girl from Linger, Who was a fabulous singer, However if she spake, All the windows would break, That poor silent singer from Linger.Singer


Random PoemThere was a young man from Naker, Who was a lowly shoe-maker, He was very obsessed, With a lovely princess, That love-struck young fellow from Naker.Random Poem


summer goldFiery and red, the sun moves along, Above the loud and teeming throng, Above people who are young and old, Lounging on a sea of gold, On the sand, children laugh and play, While the sun lights up the day.summer gold


DaisyI am a small daisy, swaying with the wind. Being admired by tiny children on a warm summer day. I am young and very happy. my petals are mew and white, my stem is strong and green, and my roots wriggle beneath the soil as the wind rushes under my leaves and tickles me.Daisy
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"I can barely conceive of a type of beauty in which there is no Melancholy."
[Charles Baudelaire]
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"I can barely conceive of a type of beauty in which there is no Melancholy."
[Charles Baudelaire]
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Life is a stage.... and i play lead!
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Wolfhearts
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Life is a stage.... and i play lead!
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