Excerpts From The Green Book Of Poems By Wurlon Firethorn
(I'm Using This As A Writing Station Please) (Brb Later, Out Of Ideas For now)
The Horse And The Rider
So sat the knight, whom was dressed in gray mail, perched on a horse so through wind he would sail! But through battle and war, his horse would bleed, so the rider gave armor to his steed! But heavy and thick, the horse made a jump, and the rider fell a thunderous thump! But through anger and hurt, he was still sane, and simply smacked the horse on it's mane!
This post has been edited by Wurlon: Nov 6 2005, 06:45 PM
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Sic Semper Tyrannis
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