G is for Guinevere, who choked on a scone.
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The seasons fall like silver swords, the years rush ever onward; and soon I sail, to leave this world, these lands where I have wander'd. O Elbereth! O Queen who dwells beyond the Western Seas, spare me yet a little time 'ere white ships come for me!
Last edited by Sophia the Thunder Mistress; 04-29-2005 at 11:53 AM.
Reason: speeling
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