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[aid] => mick
[title] => Fantasy's
[time] => 2002-08-09 06:55:43
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[bodytext] => By the Nine Woods of Evermore,
To the four Wind of Fate, Never have I ever seen, A more handsome date. He sat against the vine wrapped chair, And piped a dancing tune, That made the faery's spin, In their flighted cacoon. His hair was as gold as the Sun, Soft as silk, spun with fluid grace, His voice as soft as velvet, That surrounded you like lace. When you put that all together, No mortal man could compare, Before me was an elf, The very sight was rare. I sat and cherished my moment, Watching this being of magnificence Whom is no longer my fantasy, Though I haven't seen him since. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 169 [topic] => 40 [informant] => yellow_sundragon [notes] => [ihome] => 1 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => fantasy )
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