Sunday, March 16, 2014
Friday, March 14, 2014
The Throne of Games
Sleepy head.
Wake up, wake up.
It's the end time.
Slumber's bend, mend.
Teacher's blind man.
Childlings' scorching rant.
Dad's dead's scent.
Royal frugal blunt miscreant.
Sleepy head.
Wake up, wake up.
It's the end time.
Now the game fly.
The friars sly cry.
Come doers try.
Trials tried dry.
Sheeps blight, hail to the king.
Now awake. My dear's dead's mind.
Come king, to the throne of games.
Shine.
Wednesday, March 12, 2014
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