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The bravest animal in the land is the Clover's Summoned Badger. He's just so grand
Cute and cuddly, made of all love, has very a strange obsession for having more than just one olive
He's the hero of Cordor's teaming throngs,
who tell tales of how he's righted wrongs

Now naughty, naughty drow on the make, kept the cityfolk folk awake
In fear and trembling every night
The naughty, naughty drow were the cities blight
Then one eve of darkest Moon,
A very big house went up boom
"My manor!", cried Lord Rivindor, " that happened how? "
Then Summoned badger started spitting bitsa naughty, naughty drow

When he saw his house lying flat he said "we cant let the blighters get away with that"
"I will be avenged there must be a way"
"To find those naughty, naughty drow and make them pay"
Said Min with a smile, "Have no fear!",
"Summoned badger and I will volunteer!"

Summoned badger led them all under ground, to where sneaky naughty, drow could be found,
They spied a rock and behind did hide,
waiting for the naughty, naughty drow to stroll by.
And soon along the trial did come,
two giggling naughty, naughty drow gloating over what they'd done

Then Noble Summoned Badger, stout of heart, Leaped out at the naughty drow, he gave them quite a start.
he bit them and he chomped them with sharp Summoned Badger teeth
He showed no quarter, he gave then no relief
I wont tell you what he did to them, for I must confess
very angry Summoned badgers tend to make a mess,

Back to the surface they did make their way, led by Summoned Badger, the hero of the day
"Hurrah! Huzzah!" Lord Rivindor cheered "my house has been avenged!"
"Against the naughty, naughty drow, I now have had revenge"
"How ever can I thank you? I know! my gold you can have all of."
"I'll take the coin", Min slyly smiled, "Summoned Badger just wants the olives"

The bravest animal in the land is the Clover's Summoned Badger. He's just so grand
Cute and cuddly, made of all love, has very a strange obsession for having more than just one olive
He's the hero of Cordor's teaming throngs,
who tell tales of how he's righted wrongs

Along a dusty road I spied
Mischief twinkling in his kind eyes
Under curly brown hair a face so wise
with a knowing little grin
Allthough not thin not roly-poly,
whistling a tune so Jolly
You could not be melancholy
Comes a very merry Hin

This hins name was Brandobaris
And into a Hin town he did trot
Sat down near the well in a shady-Spot,
underneath a chestnut tree.
Looking a round for a while,
he saw many HIn and got quite riled
For not one Hin of them had smiled,
or offered him a cup of tea

He realised something was wrong
Mayhap he really knew it all along
not that important for this song
But what is, is what He saw
Clothes ragged exhausted hin
Hungry Children looking so thin
Fresh graves in a green field, and unhappy Kin
When he saw this Brandobaris swore

He saw Hin faces full of fear
So asked them what was happening here
Then an Elder spoke with little Cheer
About everything that had gone on
Speaking of the terrible plight
That had come to plague them one dark night
How it filled the town's folk full of fright
He told Brandybois of the Dragon
This Red Dragon living in a cave
Had stolen all, and made them slaves
And those hin who fought back now filled graves
And in the green field now do lie
All the town's goats pigs sheep and fowl
Have to go feed the dragon now
Of a way out they did now know how
Saddness filled Brandobaris eyes

Then Brandobaris had a thought so cunning
The very depths of trickery it would be plumming
So devious in scope it was stunning
Brandobaris told them of his Plan
Listening to him their eyes went wide
In truth many Hin there even smiled
If his plan worked they win back their pride
and drive the dragon from town

Once again spring is on her way
gone are the icy fingers of winter.
Birds are busy building their nests
buds on the trees ready to bloom.

Long days beckon the sleepy sun
to spread her warmth to the lands.
Eagerly plants spring back to life
bees and butterflies flit around.

At last there is colour once again
gone the drab grey of winter.
My heart lightens with such joy
singing along with earth's beat.

Everywhere I walk on these hills
I see signs of life springing up anew
The moors full of lambs bleating
and skipping with heartfelt delight.

I stand here, unbelieving, that real love could come my way
For surely I am not worthy, I've made so many mistakes
But throughout this journey, I've come to see the true me
And though I had given up on love, it was she
She came into my life, unexpectedly, and turned my world upside down
Brought a smile to my face, when I always wore a frown
She threw herself into my arms and immediately I rushed to catch her fall
But it was I who was falling, even though I had built these walls
And those walls came crashing with just a moment together
And I was left feeling weightless, as light as a feather
She came into my life, touched my soul, opened up my heart
And I surrendered my love unto her, my life, a fresh new start
A promise of hope, with so many shared smiles and memories
And each day we're apart, I just want her here with me
She is the one I have waited on, the love I had been searching for
So from this day forward I vow to cherish and love her, forever more

me and my baby genevieve. i work so hard to try to please my life with animals cats is such a breeze. i long for the day when i have my own house. then i could keep 30 who"ll say,this place is wonderful. we"re cared for , loved, fed,and it feels so good to stretch out and not worry if there"s a car waiting to kill us.

As i gaze into the moments of despaire your beauty shines far from the heavens
gates the rain of your smile brings light into my darkiest throughts my heart beats
as one.

Majestic autumn welcome home,
As summer yields to slumber,
To flaunt your leafy vibrant hues,
Of yellow, gold and umber.

From whence do all your colours come,
That paint your wondrous scenes,
Do fairies brush from pots of gold,
And daub the failing greens.

An Ivy drapes across the wall,
Some leaves have turned maroon,
Did some warm droplets trickle from,
That haunting blood red moon.

The woodland dons an auburn dress,
With flecks of brown and Dun,
And shades of Amber stolen from,
A falling evening sun.

The days grow short, cool nights are long,
As forests shed their leaves,
Sharp sickles fell the ripened wheat,
In rows of golden sheaves.

The Squirrels start to gather food,
Migrating birds are still,
God's creatures all prepare their homes,
For Winters icy chill.

Behold the seasons russet hues,
This variegated spree,
So cast an eye and celebrate,
Such pure Autumnity.

If you turn yourself in,
into the woman, my dream,
if only....
you werent mean.

if you had me as i am,
as your men
maybe then, maybe then,
i would want to be yours.

Deny me then deny me now,
now... i want to run out,
run out of sight
run out of you,

And when you find me
ill be out of you
to find me
me not you.

all i can do.

Driven not by pleasure and desire.
Damn you, your love set me on a divine fire.
What i seek is much greater and higher.
Where stars and planets dance nigher.
Holy holy she's the one
Who was, and is , and is to come
She's the Moon , she's the sun
Even If the sky collapsed, to her i will run
Our hearts are fighting, while our Minds are Having fun.

Within a forest in a glade,
Is Nature's finest green brocade,
It's nestled by a secret stream,
Inside the mirror of a dream.

If I should pause, to change direction,
Go to that place of soft reflection,
To sit beneath a sylvan bower,
Some dappled, sun splashed, shady hour,


A sacred glen, where Nature's free,
And shadows weave a tracery,
That laces through this hidden dell,
Where is that place? - I shall not tell.

In this green forest filled with trees,
Birds singing in their canopies,
Life is filled with extant power,
From trembling leaf to tip of flower,

Sun shining on a cloudless day,
Give me peace from the world's dismay,
To think a while in solitude,
An unspoiled place of rectitude,

I wish now for some sweet release,
And hope this song may never cease,
Within that wild and ancient glade,
Where lyrebirds sing in serenade,

In every leaf of every branch,
A gentle breeze will make them dance,
It's nestled by a secret stream,
My blissful sweet poetic dream.




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