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Post by BlackRainbow on Apr 8, 2005 10:20:45 GMT -5
There was a wee man About Yeigh high I met him while go A mischievous little guy
I asked him then Where be the gold But all he did Was spit and scold
I grabbed a hold And Put him away Inside a cloth sack Until he would pay
I felt him struggle But for only a bit When he stopped, I peeked And in my eye he spit
I screamed at him And spit at him back For when he not listen I gave him a good smack
When I smacked him Two shillings fell out I put em in my pocket He began to scream and shout
I squished him with my hand And green goo came about I wiped my hand And walked back the same route
I came home But only to see The leprechaun Sitting under the tree
I looked at him His eyes were lit I smelt my hand The green goo was shit!
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Post by _black phoenix_ on Apr 8, 2005 14:43:40 GMT -5
definitely an entertaining piece of writing, blackrainbow. the imagery in this is definitely creative.. got me smiling. youve already posted this piece at dark star.. at least once, maybe even twice. try not to re-post, ok? thanks.
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Post by Aish on Apr 8, 2005 15:13:49 GMT -5
This cracked me up! Great little leprechaun tale, woopwoop!
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Post by BlackRainbow on Apr 10, 2005 23:30:11 GMT -5
Yea, i posted this before, i didn't get many replies on it. .. sorry this is the last time ill repost..
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cryingblood2
Crimson Soul
Born with no soul, lack of Control, cut from the mold of Antisocial
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Post by cryingblood2 on Apr 13, 2005 12:52:09 GMT -5
That was great - I giggled a lot great write
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lxlxangelicxlxl
Crimson Soul
I have the will to live, Death... be my guide
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Post by lxlxangelicxlxl on Jul 17, 2006 12:14:14 GMT -5
brought a smile upon my face <3 haha thanks for that.
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