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It's so late (early?) I can't tell if this is easy, hard, or deranged.
I do know I should never attempt rhyme at 5 a.m.
Ere sea was broken I was not
yet rose when Atalante fell
Once sunset's home, her final stop
Now flaming birth I see as well
*Draws large black Xs over the riddle* I suspect the above riddle is actually deranged and request all of your permission to create a new one. I shall have it up this evening if you lovely people can be patient. 
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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; 01-24-2005 at 04:15 PM.
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