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Shade of Carn Dûm
Join Date: Oct 2002
Location: Tossing half-sick between grotesque reality and savage, frightening dreams
Posts: 360
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It's an egg!!!
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The Pearl, The Lily Maid
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YAY! SOMEONE RESPONDED!!!! WHOOO-HOOO!!!
And yes, you're right. It's an egg.
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Shade of Carn Dûm
Join Date: Oct 2002
Location: Tossing half-sick between grotesque reality and savage, frightening dreams
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ok, here's a new one:
I can run but I cannot walk, And close behind ever follows thought
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Shade of Carn Dûm
Join Date: Oct 2002
Location: Tossing half-sick between grotesque reality and savage, frightening dreams
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Oh come on it isn't that hard!!
HINT: think about things that run
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The Pearl, The Lily Maid
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I'm thinking, I'm thinking!!!
Hmm...things that run. Clocks, rivers, streams, brooks (whoops, there's a rut)...the little dog, spoons, pickles....no! bad! silly! Things thought follows...well here's the problem. My thoughts (see above) don't follow...they run...gah! Will continue thinking to myself...
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Wight
Join Date: Jan 2005
Location: Concluding negotiations
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This sounds dumb but... your nose??
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Shade of Carn Dûm
Join Date: Oct 2002
Location: Tossing half-sick between grotesque reality and savage, frightening dreams
Posts: 360
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Right on!
Way to go! Your turn, AragornII
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