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Bêthberry · 09-23-2002, 01:49 PM

The woman in yellow was almost toppled by the Perilous Poet's precipitous proceedings, perfunctory performance, and prompt disappearance.

Thankfully, he had picked a platform not compiled with platters of provisions and comestibles. She looked around.

Picnic guests. The domerel of Tom and Goldberry bids you welcome. The food is read. Come, feast now and forever hold your wine.

The rush of dragon and Shelob, of Fox and of hound, of hobbit and elf and wraith and wight nearly knocked her down, had Gandalf not managed to hand her his staff to steady herself as she jumped. It was indeed proving to be a long day. She sighed again.

[ September 23, 2002: Message edited by: Bethberry ]

09-23-2002, 01:49 PM	#1
Bêthberry Cryptic Aura Join Date: May 2002 Posts: 6,003	The woman in yellow was almost toppled by the Perilous Poet's precipitous proceedings, perfunctory performance, and prompt disappearance. Thankfully, he had picked a platform not compiled with platters of provisions and comestibles. She looked around. Picnic guests. The domerel of Tom and Goldberry bids you welcome. The food is read. Come, feast now and forever hold your wine. The rush of dragon and Shelob, of Fox and of hound, of hobbit and elf and wraith and wight nearly knocked her down, had Gandalf not managed to hand her his staff to steady herself as she jumped. It was indeed proving to be a long day. She sighed again. [ September 23, 2002: Message edited by: Bethberry ] __________________ I’ll sing his roots off. I’ll sing a wind up and blow leaf and branch away.