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Post by Spitz on Mar 8, 2009 14:56:13 GMT -5
I've known a few guys who thought they were pretty smart
But you've got being right down to an art
You think you're a genius-you drive me up the wall
The sound of 1-2-3 was heard. The steady beat of a canter made by a jet black horse. Her ebony mane flew out and beat against her neck when her hooves touched the earth. She was going to Destuous Valley, to meet her king. Suddenly the cantering ceased, ears pricked to hear the light padding of feet. Harshly her tail whipped her legs, three moutain lions came into view, and a hiss escaped her throat. They were clever, trying to surround her but she kept out of their grasp by stepping forwards or backwards quickly. It wasn't long before the lions were circling her and she was stuck. Her hooves padded the ground softly as she turned to look at each, malevolent eyes stared back at her. The femme turned the options around in her head, if she jumped they got her belly and if she ran the ones from behind got her rump.
UNFINISHED
You're a regular original, a know-it-all
Oh-oo-oh, you think you're special
Oh-oo-oh, you think you're something else
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