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Ringleader
Contributed by
screwge
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Tuesday, 2nd September 2008 @ 02:43:40 AM in AEST
Topic:
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No more frigid morns
This is the joy you could never forge
These are the High Republics horns
For feasts too rarefied to gorge
And when you bewail the king
Whose features seem to be his peers
Amplified within this cohort-ring
Their countenances pioneers
He ventures ever on West
With avarice in reddest hair
And longest nose at the behest
Of snorting and sniveling to scare
This is the class of joy you sneak
And drench sadness in warm exchange
The jokes chastened, but not unique
And out of tundras icy range
Your riddled fingers look to steal
The hearts of others warm-encased
In atmosphere convivial
With the punch and punchlines laced
Make up for every trauma, dearth
The squalid with the right to squander
Huddle up by the sizzling hearth
The invalid who lives to ponder
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2008-09-02 02:43:40]
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Re: Ringleader
(User Rating: 1 )
by navydocny on
Tuesday, 2nd September 2008 @ 03:14:18 AM AEST
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One the the best I've read!
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