OK, I'm sorry for that bit of retardedness. What I really wanted to say is that I'll get around to going through my message centre soon, so don't worry if you think I have ignored something of yours.


MossThe eyes are of moss, or maybe of the sea; They haul up memories which are best left to be. Thin are the lips which stoically smile Through terror and anguish and all other things vile. Pale is her skin and likely to burn, But dark are her brows which to a frown seldom turn. Coarse are her hands; from their work worn. The absence of their touch I forever will mourn.Moss
Cold now that body in coffin and tomb And dry now are tears I oft wept in my room. No more she sings whilst working away And longer has grown the passing of day. Dead is her body and dead it remains, &n
Come back.
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I read The Three Musketeers like you suggested and it was amazing.
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FISTERMOLEY FISTS YOUR HOLEY!!!!!111222333
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FISTERMOLEY FISTS YOUR HOLEY!!!!!111222333
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