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As he gracefully sores through the clouds
oblivious to the panicked crowds
with his wings spread, his scales aglow
the panic and terror begins to grow
this creature gathers all his might
and then prepares to fight
this is the humble dragon’s last stand
for now his bones are nothing more than sand.
- by carlisle cullen lover |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 12/20/2008 |
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- Title: the last dragon
- Artist: carlisle cullen lover
- Description: this poem was on i made up in math class. i hope you like it. *most if not all typos were corrected. :)*
- Date: 12/20/2008
- Tags: last dragon
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