04-09-2013, 01:36 AM
here's my very late contribution. I'll try to fill in these missed ones, but I've thought about the joke assignment for days and have come up empty every time. (guess I'm not very funny.... hehe)
Burning under two hooved toes
the yellow sands of time
slip slowly away.
Burning under two closed eyes
my tangled web of thoughts
slips slowly away.
He drinks his fill, stores it away
for those sun beaten plains
where there is none to be had.
I sleep my fill, store it away
for those restless nights
when there is none to be had.
Burning under two hooved toes
the yellow sands of time
slip slowly away.
Burning under two closed eyes
my tangled web of thoughts
slips slowly away.
He drinks his fill, stores it away
for those sun beaten plains
where there is none to be had.
I sleep my fill, store it away
for those restless nights
when there is none to be had.
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The howling beast is back.
The howling beast is back.