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 Posted: Thu Sep 20, 2007 12:12 pm
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Okay, this might not be very good, as I'm going to make it up on the spot. Bear with me.
Fears
The things we fear,
The slow-shed tears,
Are things we can't escape.
We cringe away,
And cower low,
When our fears come too close.
A darkened room;
A thunder crash;
A hairy, blackened bug.
A flying bat;
A scaly snake;
A smelly, burning drug.
None of these things
Arouse my fears,
Despite their deadly charm.
I fear one thing
Above all else:
That Daddy won't come home.
The End
Well, now, that wasn't too bad. I'll to remember that one.
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2007 3:24 pm
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Friendly Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2007 10:07 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2007 10:08 pm
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Friendly Conversationalist
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2007 2:42 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2007 8:36 am
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Friendly Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2007 9:32 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2007 1:02 am
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Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2007 12:21 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2008 9:31 am
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