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Sir Kleetas and the Brown-Eyed Raven
Contributed by
kleetas
on
Tuesday, 1st December 2009 @ 10:45:03 AM in AEST
Topic:
fantasy
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She calms my rough waters That lady so blind I fight with the angels The mystical kind The water it boils When she flips her tail Searching for sustanance in my empty pail Her spirit is rising As mine does the same We hold fins together On physical planes We cover our work Of ten-thousand eggs My knees would be weak If I had two legs But I'm not a walker Who covers the land I am a road warrior Of metal not sand My Bonny it sputters It comes to a stop I look in the gas tank But see not a drop I knock on a door And who should I meet American Woman who bows to Sir Kleet We fly to Chicago Then onto the East Three-hundred flyers On this steeley beast We land in London Then onto the 'Pool We load both racebikes And plenty of tools Then onto the Seacat Cross angry green foam Two hours later The both of us home We walk in the moonlight I kiss her sweet hand I'm home with my Queen On our island of Mann
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kleetas
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2009-12-01 10:45:03] (Date/Time posted on
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