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For you, and only you
Sweetest, dearest Rose
The first and final gift I send
For it was you I chose
I hope this makes you smile
Even though it's not at all much
It makes it worth my while
If it's your heart - I touch
Receive this teeny, tiny present
I send abashedly, shyly, ashamed
For you deserve far greater treasures
From me, who won't be named.
Sweetest, dearest Rose
The first and final gift I send
For it was you I chose
I hope this makes you smile
Even though it's not at all much
It makes it worth my while
If it's your heart - I touch
Receive this teeny, tiny present
I send abashedly, shyly, ashamed
For you deserve far greater treasures
From me, who won't be named.
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Mew mew meeeew mew mew meeew mew! MEW!
Mew mew meeeeeew mew mew mew~
~The Christmas Kitteh
Mew mew meeeeeew mew mew mew~
~The Christmas Kitteh
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Merry Christmas, my dear. Your eyes light up magnificently when you open them in the morning; your beautiful hands can carve things as beautiful as a spider spinning its silk web. You look beautiful today. Smile. Behind that fake smile, hidden behind whatever you put on to hide yourself; you are brilliant, you are magnificent, and you are awesome. So... Smile!
Here's your story. You are beautiful.
--
Fredrick sat down on his bed and stared around, looking at all the beautiful blossoms that surrounded him. 'I wish I was pretty like them,' he thought to himself.
Fredrick, however, had red hair that was growing white in a few places, and with a long, stout body, he wasn't fooling anyone. He was -ugly-.
He couldn't pull himself up and out of his dirty surroundings, though; way too much effort. So he just sat there with his mind astray and his eyes closed.
Before he could even consider asking one of the beautiful ladies over there who was more than a blossom - a -flower- - to go out with him, he needed to be more energetic. Fredrick realized this and sighed to himself. He was going to have to move.
Fredrick wanted to be more than what he was - he wanted to look like a -rose-, for instance. But, he didn't. He was just a normal, regular guy with his roots stuck deep down on a farm.
So Fredrick -the mushroom- pulled his roots out of the flower bed and walked over to one of the beautiful purple flowers that was blossoming in the wind.
The end.
The clues are all there if you look.
He was sitting in his bed - his -flower- bed. His roots were deep down on a farm - not metaphorically. He wanted to go out with a beautiful flower - really. He had red hair that was growing white in places - just like any regular toadstool.
--
Thanks for gracing me with your presence.
You are beautiful. Remember to smile every day, remember to let your smile grace everyone. You are beautiful, amazing, awesome, beautiful, intelligent, magnificent, and brilliant. Never forget it.
~The Original~
~The Story Teller
Here's your story. You are beautiful.
--
Fredrick sat down on his bed and stared around, looking at all the beautiful blossoms that surrounded him. 'I wish I was pretty like them,' he thought to himself.
Fredrick, however, had red hair that was growing white in a few places, and with a long, stout body, he wasn't fooling anyone. He was -ugly-.
He couldn't pull himself up and out of his dirty surroundings, though; way too much effort. So he just sat there with his mind astray and his eyes closed.
Before he could even consider asking one of the beautiful ladies over there who was more than a blossom - a -flower- - to go out with him, he needed to be more energetic. Fredrick realized this and sighed to himself. He was going to have to move.
Fredrick wanted to be more than what he was - he wanted to look like a -rose-, for instance. But, he didn't. He was just a normal, regular guy with his roots stuck deep down on a farm.
So Fredrick -the mushroom- pulled his roots out of the flower bed and walked over to one of the beautiful purple flowers that was blossoming in the wind.
The end.
The clues are all there if you look.
He was sitting in his bed - his -flower- bed. His roots were deep down on a farm - not metaphorically. He wanted to go out with a beautiful flower - really. He had red hair that was growing white in places - just like any regular toadstool.
--
Thanks for gracing me with your presence.
You are beautiful. Remember to smile every day, remember to let your smile grace everyone. You are beautiful, amazing, awesome, beautiful, intelligent, magnificent, and brilliant. Never forget it.
~The Original~
~The Story Teller
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For one so pure, I wish to greet,
And so, to you, I gift a treat,
Although you are far more sweet.
Unfortunately, we cannot meet,
And so, my kind will be discreet.
~The Baron
And so, to you, I gift a treat,
Although you are far more sweet.
Unfortunately, we cannot meet,
And so, my kind will be discreet.
~The Baron
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SPLOSH !!!! Welcome to a better future
Bugger I've been caught,
whacked, sold ... and finally shop bought.
This was always to be my fate,
to end up as appetizers & h'orderves on a Christmassy plate.
yours lovingly ... in spirit ... saying hi and byebye
the Christmas Fish ... deceased RIP
If there is one thing you can do that is to benefit mankind....then do something nice or help someone on Christmas day... you can change the world...one step at a time...
SPLOSH no more. No requiem for the dead Christmas Fish.... the circle of life. NOM.
BTW...in the last will and testament, this was written before being cooked, he wanted you to personally to know this ...
the Christmas fish knew from first sight that you were his solemate, gazing stellar skyward from the pools of your eyes, to swim across our lake of love, languished lamented maudlin tears fall through,
to reveal depths no other fish can have for you... close your eyes and lets me pour from my heart, my vigour which scales new heights to reach my twin flame ( 20 mins on 400 F/200 C/gas mark 6) ....
this my finale requiem to be parted from you across the eons from this day hence, my own words to you for poetical self egotistical massage...oh......and while you're there luv can you flick some flakes into our Freds bowl...ta very much...it is Christmas ya know
Bugger I've been caught,
whacked, sold ... and finally shop bought.
This was always to be my fate,
to end up as appetizers & h'orderves on a Christmassy plate.
yours lovingly ... in spirit ... saying hi and byebye
the Christmas Fish ... deceased RIP
If there is one thing you can do that is to benefit mankind....then do something nice or help someone on Christmas day... you can change the world...one step at a time...
SPLOSH no more. No requiem for the dead Christmas Fish.... the circle of life. NOM.
BTW...in the last will and testament, this was written before being cooked, he wanted you to personally to know this ...
the Christmas fish knew from first sight that you were his solemate, gazing stellar skyward from the pools of your eyes, to swim across our lake of love, languished lamented maudlin tears fall through,
to reveal depths no other fish can have for you... close your eyes and lets me pour from my heart, my vigour which scales new heights to reach my twin flame ( 20 mins on 400 F/200 C/gas mark 6) ....
this my finale requiem to be parted from you across the eons from this day hence, my own words to you for poetical self egotistical massage...oh......and while you're there luv can you flick some flakes into our Freds bowl...ta very much...it is Christmas ya know
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A rose by any other name would smell just as tuna. Nya~
See? It doesnt take a room full of monkeys to create Shakespeare.
... What do you mean that isnt the quote? D : It sounded right to me...
- The Christmas Kitty
See? It doesnt take a room full of monkeys to create Shakespeare.
... What do you mean that isnt the quote? D : It sounded right to me...
- The Christmas Kitty
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When it's cold outside...
Am I here in vain?
~Frosty the Prostitute
Am I here in vain?
~Frosty the Prostitute
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Unable to remain content with waiting, the princess threw herself into learning everything she possibly could about her mysterious love. Perusing nearly every book within the libraries of her castle and inquiring of her court scholars, she was disappointed in her search for knowledge. It seemed as if no one had every heard of a country in the eastern regions, or of a species of golden bird. In fact her own parents grew worried over her, as they termed it, &obsession.&
Finally to appease their daughter, the king and queen sent the princess to a neighboring kingdom known for its ancient library, hoping she may find some diversion to take her mind off her fruitless research. And it seemed to work when after days of poring over ancient texts ands sources, she could find nothing. She almost gave up when, almost up accident she came upon an old, worn leather-bound book filled with sketches and a most wondrous taleÃ&&&½Â&
Tell me friend, has madness consumed this princess?
~The Traveler
Finally to appease their daughter, the king and queen sent the princess to a neighboring kingdom known for its ancient library, hoping she may find some diversion to take her mind off her fruitless research. And it seemed to work when after days of poring over ancient texts ands sources, she could find nothing. She almost gave up when, almost up accident she came upon an old, worn leather-bound book filled with sketches and a most wondrous taleÃ&&&½Â&
Tell me friend, has madness consumed this princess?
~The Traveler
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I wish you a merry Christmas Miss rose and a happy new year
-Latin Flame
-Latin Flame
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oh how i love seeing you around
so cheery and amusing
oh how to hear your voice, would be a lovely sound
love- kumagoro elf
so cheery and amusing
oh how to hear your voice, would be a lovely sound
love- kumagoro elf
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As you sat pondering, you hear sharp screeching noise outside. Running out you see a large golden bird not far off. Weaving erratically through the sky, it looks as if it is being pursued. Before you can even process what you are seeing, something flashes upward from the ground towards the sky, but the bird manages to evade the attack.
However it dropped this.
However it dropped this.
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You wrap your arms around yourself, the cold seeping through your jacket. You're sitting on the bench, waiting for the late bus to come. The moonlight is keeping things around you lit, but you are still weary, scared someone is watching you. You close your eyes and shiver. It's colder than it has been. When you open your eyes, you gasp, shocked by the face in front of yours. A beautiful woman with silky white skin is standing on front of you. Her silver hair seems to reflect a halo of moonlight. Her blue eyes reflects your own. &My love, do not be scared. I am here..& She leans forward and kisses you softly before pulling away and smiling. &I cannot stay, but remember, I am always here making sure you are safe..& The clouds slide slowly in front of the moon and she fades. Headlights can be seen in the distance on the road. You look down, blinking. A silvery package sits at your feet. You pick it up just as the bus slides in front of you, bringing you warmth to take you home.
--The Moonlight Child.
--The Moonlight Child.
