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Wake at The Tavern
Contributed by
shinji_kusa
on
Wednesday, 28th March 2007 @ 05:07:30 PM in AEST
Topic:
war
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The barmaid awoke,
To a steady cry,
Shed been handled,
By several guys.
No matter though,
Twas a new day!
No more stalling,
For the young girl Keymay.
She whipped on a dress,
And stepped out the door,
Holding her head,
Like never before.
Behind the bar,
And serving drinks,
To the same few men,
Who shade her pink.
As she was pouring,
She noticed a man,
Pass before her,
Parcel in hand.
Whats that there?
Sounds kind of rough.
Nothing to worry,
Go back to your stuff.
Keymay sighed,
And served more drinks,
The Traveler left,
Frightened she thinks.
Shortly after,
There came a man.
Red was his color.
Vengeance his hand.
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shinji_kusa
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2007-03-28 17:07:30]
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Re: Wake at The Tavern
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by needledancing on
Friday, 30th March 2007 @ 08:18:08 AM AEST
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| A good write...you never know in that business who may come into your path and why...as they say..it takes all kinds and that is one environment you meet some dilly bars! |
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