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Hodge-podge poetry

 
 
Clary
 
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Reply Mon 5 Jul, 2004 02:45 am
It was acrid and dank
With a purplish hue
And it formed into words
As it rose in the blue.
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Scarlettmarsden
 
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Reply Mon 5 Jul, 2004 07:09 am
"Give me some time
And I'll give you a rhyme
In death you'll be silenced
As your soul is mine..."
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fortune
 
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Reply Mon 5 Jul, 2004 09:43 am
Why this foul phantom?
Young Sir Oak's grandfather,
For power and wealth
His soul he had bartered.
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agrote
 
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Reply Tue 6 Jul, 2004 03:30 am
Aerg wfhwr srgh wrth ,
Srthwr srth serth erytj ertyjetjteyj.
Fwrgj drthj ethjteaerth etyjet dtyjety,
Jhety srtu ertj ethj dfghnjm.
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Clary
 
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Reply Tue 6 Jul, 2004 04:01 am
Breaking his silence,
The gardener spoke:
"'Tis the work of the devil
And Grandfather Oak".
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fortune
 
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Reply Wed 7 Jul, 2004 08:03 pm
Fifty years to the day
Since the pact had been made,
It was Oakhampton Hall that
Was the last part of the trade
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Clary
 
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Reply Thu 8 Jul, 2004 03:36 pm
Grandfather Oak was a
Miserly soul
And he'd plenty of gold
In an underground hole
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Clary
 
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Reply Mon 19 Jul, 2004 02:55 pm
(Where is everybody??)
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fortune
 
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Reply Thu 22 Jul, 2004 04:52 am
Sorry Clary, been having a few technical problems (ie my computer went kaflooey)

The smoke swallowed the castle
With a great rolling roar
And when it had lifted
Oakhampton Hall was no more
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Clary
 
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Reply Thu 22 Jul, 2004 01:48 pm
Sir Oak was now homeless,
His collection so wide
Of seventies vinyl
Was termin'ly fried.
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fortune
 
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Reply Sat 24 Jul, 2004 09:14 am
This young noble man
Cast 'pon the cold world
Now faced a choice
How his story unfurled
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Clary
 
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Reply Sat 24 Jul, 2004 02:29 pm
He could wander the earth
With his horse and his hound,
Or go to the city
And go underground.
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Acquiunk
 
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Reply Sat 24 Jul, 2004 02:58 pm
To let, Strawberry roan with palfrey if desired, reasonable rates. Plowing by day or acre. Sword and Stone, High Street, Criplegate. Inquire at the tap room.
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fortune
 
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Reply Sat 24 Jul, 2004 03:06 pm
A compromise reached
Oak turned to his talents
A sword for hire now
Though twas work most ungallant
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Clary
 
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Reply Sun 25 Jul, 2004 01:52 am
A knight errant he was,
Out to seek derring-do,
When a written request
Appeared out of the blue.
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fortune
 
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Reply Sun 25 Jul, 2004 07:19 pm
A great daring raid
With wizards and knights
A dragon to slay.
Would Oak join the fight?
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drom et reve
 
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Reply Sun 25 Jul, 2004 07:27 pm
Oak was no man to run
From the furious fight;
So, with sword but no gun
He would help out that night.


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fortune
 
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Reply Sun 25 Jul, 2004 07:46 pm
Commiting himself,
To forget all his sorrow
Sir Oak took the challenge
To drakes lair he would follow
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fortune
 
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Reply Sun 25 Jul, 2004 07:47 pm
(by the way, nice to see you here Drom)
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drom et reve
 
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Reply Sun 25 Jul, 2004 08:08 pm
On the rugged road west
To where Drake span his webs
Sir Oak found that a creature
Was pulling his legs.


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