Scriber's Night Game: A Misunderstanding...

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

A Misunderstanding...

They sit near thu healing fire; he breathe unto thu golden flame; and look beyond the dancing light. His little boy, dePoo, call his nephew, be there too, a ward of the insane, so to speak. "Son Poo!" the old man shout, for he couldn't hear it thunder, you want to know what it all about, uh, down... Sign in to see full entry.

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