.drift. (DONT LOOK AT THE ONE ABOVE!! READ THIS ONE) -- Hezekiah

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Date Posted: 07:52:22 06/11/02 Tue
Author: Dancing Away Dreams
Author Host/IP: 216.135.92.87
Subject: .drift. (DONT LOOK AT THE ONE ABOVE!! READ THIS ONE)
In reply to: Dancing Away Dreams 's message, ".interesting." on 21:53:02 06/10/02 Mon

.faded steed strode through a large openeing, onyx daggers striking the sodden earth in a four beat gate. Banner o' satin material rose high behind him as he slowed, his ebon pistons prancing between the thunderous song o' soprano that echoed through the masculine's chest cavity, spilling out his open lips.

.thirst 'twas upon the steed. the roar o' many 'lions' suggested that a large river 'twas nearby. Two beat gate 'twas taken up, midnight hued tresses slapping the stallions high crest as each eager hoof stabbed deep into the earth.

.The reaching o' the stream stopped the stud in his tracks, the steed's neck dropped lowly, his muzzle sipping the water. But what was this? What had looked no more than an ordinary rock at first appeared to take on some shape. Now he could make it out. A small stone carved to look as a stone, had drifted down stream and washed upon the small, sand covered shore.

.Slowly, cautiously, the masculine dipped his chiseled dial towards the foul. ivory incisors gripped the swan, singing a song o' soprano glory through the grass stained teeth. Mascu left the stream with wonders o' what it was, forgetting the stream and all its aqua. Pistons flew without protest as the stud progressed upon his travels.

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