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A Blazon
-by Princess Swashbuckling
xk, you are the definition of perfection. You open your hands and from your elven finges fall stars of magnimity, beauty and grace. You are all that is good and right in the world and to know you is to touch divinity. You are my Arwen, my angel, my assosciate in debauch. Your poetry, like your name, makes my breath heavy and my grunting audible. Your writing, when read in public, causes Mothers to shield their children from my grunting. Your candy, when consumed, makes me spin around and then have a sugar crash that will probably last for up to a week.
Fin
The package arrived, haiku and all. It rocked big time. I almost ate one of the snail shells but realised quite quickly that they where not, in fact, made from chocolate.
Ps. You Rock
PS, Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah you do. |
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