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Apparently, this person does not know the story of How the Dragon Saved Christmas. It is a heartwarming story about a small village in the middle of the forest that was being slammed by an early winter weather. A dragon was flying by and got hit by a very strong downdraft and crashed just outside the village. The villagers were understandably concerned that there was a dragon so near their wooden homes and buildings. But the dragon was in bad shape. On of its wings was obviously broken and it was unconscious. The villagers decided in spite of the horrible weather to help the poor beast. The men built a lean-to shelter over the dragon with e

Zounds! I am betrothed! Yet again?

Seize the throne, Then - Everyone dies.

I am a weak and wicked man. My spirit seeks to soar above The heights that Icarus had failed To reach, beyond that white hot heat That Day's celestial orb pours down To melt Man's ev'ry dream of flight. But my dreams have no wax to melt, No feathered plumes to float away, Their loss to make me plummet down To death beneath the dark, deep sea. It is my heart that rises up To search for sustenance, for Love, Ambrosia sweet that keeps alive The soul. The one true food is Love. For nothing else will fill the heart And keep it beating strong. And yet, I am a weak and wicked man. I cannot rise. My spirit sinks Beneath the cares th

No matter how fast Even past the speed of light Memories remain

a web unbroken captures dawn's light dewy diamonds

Tattered photograph. All that is left.

Secret admirer!!! Stalker? ... Nervous ... buy gun.

Dear, sweet Alice. What white rabbit?

"There, there Dearest. Hurts where?" "Th...th...there!"