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[title] => A Journey To Oz
[time] => 2004-07-21 13:27:21
[hometext] => A tale from my distant past.... of happier times and priceless friends. Those who read my previous poetry would recognize some of the names and references. In case you are wondering I of course is Lan(old nickname) the man of tin.. what else can I be?
[bodytext] => A journey once did they undertake to the great Tower of Oz for what they did seek to the great wizard as supplicant they would beseech his aid in their quests for their dreams and destiny's wake led by Nina a lady in icy white the Ice Queen she was whose gaze could freeze a soul off to search for the redemption that she knows resides in these her charges within their separate plights there was Sulin the doused firefly who lost her spark her spontaneous gaiety marroned forever in the dark and gloomy less she finds again her light that's gone awry dear Ling that crumpled butterfly weighed down by cares she wallowed in the depths burdened by concerns and by threats to her health she lost her lustre her spirit's will have gone by there was Lan the man of tin made of metal a heart he has not struggling to contain emotions and rust spots he may very well be consigned to give in there's Ghaus the old man winter a man at the peak at the top of his life with accomplishments aplenty to mark his past what more in this world can reshine his veneer joined by John that sullen rock of loss weighed down in life he was awaiting to sink there is no more in life that he so thinks would give him cause to smile, cheer or applause and also Chu that unhappy swallow who among ducks shrouded her life an ugly hue what is more for her to attend and to do not to be in the crowd but to shine and glow the beautiful Azleena the sad princess whose life had chosen a sad fairy tale so many unpleasantness her story would regale leaving anyone with a sob and a tear no less then at last there was Janice that hidden flower a beauty asleep awaiting to bloom shy and quiet but with potentials to groom a lady of quality who sleeps in the mediocre nine they were these walkers to Oz a fellowship of friends marching to their dreams a journey beyond hope beyond even a dare it seems to seek for the sun in the lands of deathless frost. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 211 [topic] => 44 [informant] => Baronhawk [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Nostalgic )
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