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Post by k y e e - the awesomest on Sept 7, 2008 20:49:19 GMT -5
I am free, For now.
Storms rage inside, Telling me to take what is rightfully mine. Or so I think.
My domed cranium looks abroad, Then snow my storms have created fallen on the ground.
She steals my freedom, I shall steal it back.
I weave the threads of lives, And create a cloth of beautiful valleys.
Hopefully, This is now mine.
<<Sorry it sucks so much. xD It's very easy. xD>>
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Post by Spitz on Sept 8, 2008 10:19:17 GMT -5
seeing as ssahara is away and my mare is lead mare then this post has been blocked. Nice riddle by the way.
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Post by k y e e - the awesomest on Sept 8, 2008 18:54:05 GMT -5
Aww. xD
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