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  2. Unassuming Local Beorc

    A Goodbye

    By Unassuming Local Beorc,

    In the evening of my life
    I shall look to the sunset
    At the moment in my life
    When the night is due
    And the question I shall ask
    Only I can answer
    Was I brave and strong and true?
    Did I fill the world with love
    My whole life through?
  5. Unassuming Local Beorc

    A Story

    By Unassuming Local Beorc,

    Well, see, there are these people.
     
    They've all got a lot of mental issues.
     
    Well, most of them die. And...I think there's a moral in there somewhere.
     
    End.
     
    ...
     
     
     
    *sniff* That story gets me every time...
  6. Unassuming Local Beorc
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    Like in dreams dreams visions musings no one two three things stay with me tonight the same time in arrow; punwordplay, portman toes and wordclashcollision evoke invoke revoke refolk the unsure struck sure of dreams, isicalgical chains whips like the wind blows o'er the landscape hills of the mine, mind, mined for all its worth, and
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
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    That's why sense is overrated.
  11. Unassuming Local Beorc
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  14. Unassuming Local Beorc
    Spectacular Trampoline Slaughter
    Radioactive Math Fandango
    Morbidly Obese Theme Park Uncensored
    Stoic Pirate Tale
    Heroic Chess of the Blood God
    Communist Surgery Battle
    Amazing Programming in the Dark
    Undead Unicycle Insanity
    Soviet Shopping Forever
    Irresistible Motorcycle Assassins
    Cthulhu's Wagon Invasion
     
  15. Unassuming Local Beorc

    Help!

    By Unassuming Local Beorc,

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  16. Unassuming Local Beorc

    Herons

    By Unassuming Local Beorc,

    I am a heron. I have a long neck and I pick fish out of the water with my beak. If you don't repost this comment on 10 other pages I will fly into your kitchen tonight and make a mess of your pots and pans.
  19. Unassuming Local Beorc
    I sit beside the fire and think
    Of all that I have seen,
    Of meadow-flowers and butterflies
    In summers there have been;
     
    Of yellow leaves and gossamer
    In autumns that there were,
    With morning mist and silver sun
    And wind upon my hair.
     
    I sit beside the fire and think
    Of how the world will be
    When winter comes without a spring
    That I shall ever see.
     
    For still there are so many things
    That I have never seen:
    In every wood in every spring
    There is a different green.
     
    I sit beside the fire and think
    Of people long ago
    And people who will see a world
    That I shall never know.
     
    But all the while I sit and think
    Of times there were before
    I listen for returning feet
    And voices at the door.
     
    This was always my favorite poem from The Lord of the Rings. =P
  24. Unassuming Local Beorc
    Well, I've decided to read the Lord of the Rings for the second time, so expect comments about it on occasion.
     
    The only other person in my family that's read it is my 19-year-old sister. Everyone else finds it too dull. =\
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