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Paddy O'Furnijur, Village Souse
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Paddy O'Furnijur, Village Souse
2 months ago

To kind friends and absent companions.
Oh, and to scones. We can’t forget scones.

dv8
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dv8
2 months ago

Good night, all.

ThePlagueFairy
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ThePlagueFairy
2 months ago

To Earth are bound my feet, though still they strive
For starfields, climbing to complete, on high,
A staircase wrought of air, while wond’ring why
This heartless Earth’s, unfair. So I contrive
To sing of more; a tale of how alive
My mind may soar! That takes my feet where sky
May go. But not where they may someday fly.
Although such possibilities arrive,
This island’s all the ether they may know.
And Earth may fall, though lush and beautiful
And built upon in ways of which I’m fond.
Yet when, foregone, the Earth, they may outgrow–
They’ll make a chariot that, dutiful,
Will show my children’s children the beyond.
-David Emeron 2012

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