02-24-2007, 11:11 PM
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Go to a place where legends lie,
Where imagination reaches the sky,
Where heros save
Damsels in distress,
And find themselves
In the middle of a mess!
Where there is not one moon,but three,
And magic lives in you,
And in me.
Where lore and mystery abound,
And secrets are to be found,
And danger is hidden!
All around.
Just one of these stories I will tell,
Just one,
So listen well.
Where weapons of old lay scattered,
And concealed across the land,
Some stuck in stone,others buried beneath the sand,
Lying in wait,
Until the date when three warriors with magic arts,
And a clever hand,
Come to take them up again.
To defeat an evil so great,
So great that its power enlargens with an alarming rate,
So great that it could determine the whole world's fate,
Unless it is stopped.
So the warriors go into battle!
Two boys and a girl,
A battle to save the world.
"Powers of the dark and light!
Let what once was wrong now be right!
Let all evil be slain,
Never to return again!"they cried.
The battle rages across the chamber,
Each side filled with anger and woe,
But lo!In the end,
The warriors emerge victorious,
And barely scathed.
Back at home, the trio is greeted with feasting,happiness,
And all that other sappiness,
But when all is said and done,
The three retreat to have a little fun,
And to reminisce about the battle they had won
While watching the setting of the sun.
Dance with the Mommy and hear the Mommy say
What she likes of things and all manner of things,
And God you like the same things, so dance with the baby
And hear the baby say.
Remember when all of it was her milk?
The whole thing turned on her breasts' milk and this
Slip of a girl in the middle of the night lifting the baby
To hear him burp,
And you have touched this girl's breasts, your
Fingers in the purling millrace of stars and galaxies
Dripping in rings melodious as the little boy
Laughing in his sleep.
Likewise the night when you woke at a sound,
The tired girl was asleep her breasts uncovered
And the infant had risen up, had risen up and was
Talking to her,
Was leaning up his fingers playing with her breast...
Until he saw you looking and fell back to her side
And you understood his melodious language.
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