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Anecdote
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‘Angered
seasons have ere now’, creak the bones
Of the old, ‘laid cities to waste. Now time
Will
uproot from our..
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This is a Nightmare turned into a poem. Do be careful with it.
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The Tale of Naucrate
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“You know me as a hunter,” began Mr Fox
“a warrior, a leader among fox-kind … But �" alas! It was not always so..
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“Glory! Great honour shall be mine!
Wenestl shall be last of his dastard line!
Sword unsheathed and bow taut-strung,
We rest not while a Norv..
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Heal me slowly, O death, heal me slowlyLeave me the day's dying lightCome for me gently in the nightHeal me slowly, O death, heal me slowlyLeave me a ..
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A 'les enfants de la patrie' for my fantasy novel
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Nakushita
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Amid the sky scrappers and plazas that surround and loom over it, the little single storey community center looks, in spite of its irregular structure..
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